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.
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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019