Flying to a funeral—a poem
We will be happy for she was happy/ and strong and funny and old./ A good person who died old/after a single stroke.
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Funeral thoughts — a poem
Never mind that my last words / were “Bloody hell!” Bloody hell / was not the grand summation/ of my time on earth.
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My crush on death — a poem
I was busting to share my great idea:
I had a crush on death.
“I can hardly wait to die!”
If you only knew — a poem
Mother (as we called her then) had lost her friend her dear friend Verity had died and Celia was sad. Three days later in the dead of night she had a visitation. Verity stood at the end of her bed laughing and laughing and laughing and shining with delight. Celia was enraged. “How dare you […]
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When Aunty Lesley died — a poem
When Aunty Lesley died of tuberculosis
she was thirty and I was only three.
I have no memories of Aunty Lesley
I have no memories at all from little me
only the mythology of tragic death