Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

When I Die Make My Statue Tall

Margaurita was always called challengingly short.
In the afterliife I will be tall, she would retort.
When I die, make my day-of-the-dead statue tall, she said.
Give me a scary toothy face, and a huge, oversized head.
We made this woman's statue twelve foot tall.
Her face was long, she was no longer small.
Do you think she knows? We asked each other.
Honoring the best we could, our sainted grandmother.

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Gershon Wolf May 6, 2023 at 8:01 PM Well, I'll take a shot at answering the question: Yes, I think she knows. Why else are there entreaties either not to speak at all in a cemetary, or at least not to speak of matters concerning the departed (as they cannot join in the conversation --- even though they hear/feel what is being said. Just my (informed Talmudic) opinion here. ~ Gershon Caren Krutsinger May 7, 2023 at 2:36 AM I do believe you are correct Gershon