Millie Brindle died at ninety,
a bitter widow during her last fifty.
She joins her husband whom she’s hopeful
is on the other side awaiting her arrival.
If so, she’ll continue her endless tirade
which, for his peace of mind, he made
an end to by suicide. And he’s certain
if she joins him, he’ll have to do it again.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2022
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