No matter how much you try and prepare yourself for things, you can never quite get there, I think, and I find myself in that situation now. The Fat Kid is blessed, really to have been able to spend time and get to know both his grandmothers and one grandfather. Not everyone is that lucky in life. Now, one of my grandmothers is having a very tough time with her health, and it's very likely that I will soon have to attend a funeral. It sucks. We don't prepare for funerals, we prepare for birthdays. Those, we can prepare for. So forgive me if some of the next few days of poems are a bit darker and morose, if you will.
Benediction
Time, at last to say farewell,
to turn a heel with trimmed accuracy,
saluting a life lived in fullness.
The last thing left to do before
it is finished.
I don't think this needs to be any longer. I wish I could turn off the critic who dissects poems today.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
A sad time, to be sure. I'm glad you were able to find a poetic expression for the moment.
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