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Mints At a Funeral

She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?",  asks a woman dressed in black.
Why at a death does someone offer a minty tic tac?
She died so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
Beth died last week after suffering a heart attack.
Please tell me why mints and death combine a dismal fact.
She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?", asks a woman dressed in black.

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John Lawless Date: 10/31/2023 2:53:00 PM Nice work with the troublesome Triolet form. A poem that sets the reader to squinty eyed thinking. Login to Reply Hilda Greenhough Date: 10/31/2023 6:03:00 PM It can be difficult. Thank you.

Evelyn Judy Buehler Date: 10/29/2023 12:37:00 PM The awkwardness of riding in the hearse is well conveyed in this heartfelt poem. So sorry for your loss. Login to Reply Hilda Greenhough Date: 10/29/2023 12:51:00 PM Thank you. Mints do help stave off hunger since funerals do seem long. I just had to remember not to crunch.

Karen Jones Date: 10/27/2023 10:35:00 AM Engaging. Many people try to help at a time when all are helpless. So little acts of kindness are of comfort to them and they hope perhaps to you. People grieve differently and not all are aware they may do better to bear the awkward silence and just be there or be an ear or hold a hand. My condolences to you if you just lost a dear one. Login to Reply Hilda Greenhough Date: 10/27/2023 1:03:00 PM It was a great aunt years ago. The giver of mints was very thoughtful to offer, but she seemed nervous.

Gershon Wolf Date: 10/26/2023 8:10:00 PM Improbably probable! ~ gw Login to Reply Hilda Greenhough Date: 10/26/2023 9:54:00 PM Perhaps in lieu of a tissue. I hope you liked the silly poem.

David Fisher Date: 10/23/2023 5:18:00 PM Interesting title indeed, and your poem laid it right out there. Login to Reply Hilda Greenhough Date: 10/23/2023 5:21:00 PM Yes, poem and deceased. Thank you

Joe Dimino Date: 10/23/2023 8:31:00 AM I don't know, maybe like Sara said, an awkward way to break the silence some folks find unbearable. Like, everywhere I go, elevator, doctor's office, commercial background-music to more deeply entrance. People afraid to be alone, and explore one's own thoughts. Well said. Blessings. Login to Reply Hilda Greenhough Date: 10/23/2023 8:41:00 AM I feel alone until I become surrounded by a bunch of gossips. See sloppy Mouths Magic 9 by Udaets Melani. It is a resignstion of retirement. Thank you for reading my poem

Jan Allison Date: 10/23/2023 4:05:00 AM I am off to a funeral on 9th nov, will see if anyone offers me a mint! interesting piece indeed Hilda:-) hugs Jan xx Login to Reply Hilda Greenhough Date: 10/23/2023 5:14:00 AM Thank you. Perhaps a mint relaxes people. Best wishes.