The Burial Arrangement
The cemetery where my mother lies is overgrown
While my father lies peacefully in perpetual care,
Considering how he treated her when she was alive
It seems this burial arrangement is grossly unfair.
His second wife arranged for him an elaborate wake
And boxed his remains in the most elaborate style,
Then promptly left the state where he was interred
To walk with another man blissfully down the aisle.
I suppose it is fair, indeed, that my father lies alone,
Far from the place where my dear mother is interred
Among her ancestors, relatives of many generations,
For it was clear that only for himself my father cared.
I have wondered if they might meet in the far beyond
Somewhere across the great divide of the hereafter
Having an opportunity to speak of their lives together,
About the hundreds of times he blithely shafted her.
written November 6, 2021
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2021
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