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After I Am Gone

My grandchildren will fight the bonfire for my paintings after I am dead. Their parents will try to nix it, but they will insist, for I’ll be a saint then. My paintings are stacked all over my house, in my bathtub and under the bed. I can hardly wait for my death, when my sainthood can truly begin.

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Victor-Alexander Chibuikem

Date: 9/25/2021 9:27:00 AM

When that time comes, we won't forget what a great poet you were. Nice Write Mama.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/26/2021 4:02:00 AM

Thank you Victor. What a lovely lovely lovely lovely thing to say!

L Milton Hankins

Date: 9/15/2021 11:16:00 AM

Boy, do you ever have high aspirations! I'll settle for being remembered, period. It would be nice to be remembered for something I have written....but I doubt it.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/15/2021 1:13:00 PM

I am not concerned; feeling I will be recycled.