Her Name Was Duno
Her name was Duno. She was seventy, young-at-heart, and hilarious.
We were co-Sunday School teachers, and the best of pals. I was twenty-three.
Fast-hurting-cancer smacked her around unmercifully for ten horrible months.
Her-ex husband greeted us at her funeral; a man who had deserted her 50 years before.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018