Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Pretty Dhramned Mean

My relatives came in droves to stare at my dead body.
And it ticked me off.
I flitted and fluttered and tried to signal them with a cough.

The only one who saw me was my little granddaughter Ashley.
Age two.
A baby who lived far away, 
Who when I was alive I barely knew.

I thought it was strange they could come to my house now.
When I could no longer cuddle them or laugh or be seen
Just a dead body.
To stare at 
I truly think this was pretty dhrammned mean.

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Jennifer Proxenos February 21, 2019 at 12:38 PM Nice things should be said to living people before they die - but I have not met a family yet who hasn't had some strife at some time in life, in their relationships with one another. Rather don't pay your last respects if your heart is not there! The child saw you in all her innocence. Poetry hugs, Jennifer. Caren Krutsinger February 21, 2019 at 12:56 PM I do think the children see what many adults miss because they are not expecting it.

Freddie Robinson Jr. February 21, 2019 at 12:16 PM Cool poem and title, Caren. I guess I'm of the minority view ... a final act of remembrance can memorialize you w/the next generation-to-be (via Ashley.) Solemn thoughts carry more weight than lively frivolity in my humble estimation. But, I can also see why this would peeve you. Very insightful poem. Love and joy always. Caren Krutsinger February 21, 2019 at 12:56 PM Thank you. I was thinking of two particular circumstances.

Kim Rodrigues February 21, 2019 at 12:11 PM Wow! Direct to the point of great discomfort as it should be! Nice one! Caren Krutsinger February 21, 2019 at 12:57 PM I was thinking of two specific incidents when this one came out of my dendrite highway.

M. L. Kiser February 21, 2019 at 2:11 AM What gaul! Nevertheless, there are people who do these things. Well penned. Caren Krutsinger February 21, 2019 at 7:30 AM It always amazes me. Cannot come see them in the hospital the last week, but sit in the front row and WAIL after the fact. I am sure the spirit is rolling his eyes.

Rhona Mcferran February 20, 2019 at 9:36 PM I've always thought that it's crazy the attention people get AFTER they're gone. Too bad we don't gather together, rent them a limo, doll them up, buy them gorgeous flowers, and spend time admiring them and saying nice things about them while they're still here! Hmmm.... there may be another poem in that! ;) Caren Krutsinger February 21, 2019 at 12:39 AM I believe in having your funeral before you actually die, popping up and hugging everyone from behind a curtain like the Wizard of Oz. What do you think? This is my actual plan. No worries it will be spoiled. My children never read my poems.