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When I Am Gone

When I am gone my house will lose her color. kids will back up a huge dumpster and let anyone “have at it”. Main goal will be to sell the house. They will not mess around with the contents. Maybe they will take one painting each. There are over a thousand paintings, painted by me. My grandchildren will not have a choice if they are little. The paintings will probably go into a burn pile. I picture myself watching from a high seat in an oak tree. Fascinated that my children wanted nothing of mine. I cannot help wondering if they will stumble upon my poems. They have never read a single poem of mine. Will they eagerly devour my poems upon my demise? Should I be putting sound to my poems? Would that be creepy? Or a comfort? I do not plan to be gone long. I plan to haunt my kin.

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Jeff Kyser

Date: 2/20/2023 9:23:00 AM

Oh, possessions! We assume far too much about their supposed worth, I think. My mother left perhaps 90 handmade quilts, 20 boxes of genealogy, and boxes and boxes of scrap books / photos. Alas, after you've hung a quilt and put a few on beds, what to do with the rest? My wife is convinced our kids will fight over our possessions; I'm thinking dumpster... Enjoyed this, Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/21/2023 2:30:00 AM

Dumpster is where so much ends up but it is terrific that she entertained herself in so many ways - the same ways my mother did -quilts and geneology

Subimal Sinha-Roy

Date: 2/20/2023 4:05:00 AM

I can connect, Caren. The sentiments well expressed.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/21/2023 2:30:00 AM

Thank you Subimal