The 13 Months In 2016

2016 began on 8.13 and ended on 9.30 2017. Betrayed and inhaling for the last 9 minutes, My mother shooed with imaginary broom, The puny demon trying in final futility To misdirect her soul. She breathed her last at 1800 or so. Hail Marys pumping faster with each step toward God's Love. One thoughtful phone call no later than 1830, the residents carefully chosen informed regrets followed through the speaker of his celluar phone, triangulated to the landline not 6 miles away. The complications of a complicated brain experiment failed, Took my mommy from me. 52 weeks, unveiled the woman and her cancer stage 4, Who expelled her virgin mistake. One month later, exit the biological lady, whom everyone loved, and I had just met. Mommy meet mom. Together they light a candle that smells of a Thanksgiving dinner, like safe and warm, and feed the banquet guests both too busy to sit.