Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

You Get This When I Am Dead

You, my most favorite darling, get my grandfather clock said she.
When I am dead. Unapologetic, diabolical laugh.
You, sweetie pie, get my off-key piano stated easily.
To keep in my tiny efficiency apartment?  Is she daft?

And you, honey babe, get my jewelry, she prettily pointed out.
Indicating her only grandchild who does not like jewels.
Grandma was directing everyone bossily. No one dared pout.
Knowing the wrath that comes easy from old related fools.

Also knowing that when she is gone we can trade
Up and down, in and out, no one fully caring.
We will throw all the extra stuff to her loyal maid.
We sisters are all about dividing and sharing.

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Maurice Rigoler February 18, 2019 at 6:08 PM I plan to leave a good deal of my money (little that I have of it) to my beloved dachshund. Unlike humans, it won't change him in the least, as money often does to humans, usually for the worse. I try not to attach myself to things which often becomes idolatrous. Thanks for the stop by. / M Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2019 at 8:32 PM You are so welcome. I plan to spend every drop, dying on the last day with a quarter in the bank. I think that would be the ultimate "terrific goal".

Swetha Vangaveti February 18, 2019 at 9:36 AM This reminds me of a play that I read in my high school. "The Dear Departed". Good one Caren. A touching poem :) Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2019 at 3:06 PM Thank you Swetha. I may have to look this play up, and read it.

M. L. Kiser February 18, 2019 at 8:42 AM Been there...traded that...That's the way it goes. Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2019 at 3:06 PM Yes, and after they have gone to be recycled, do they care? No.

Mystic Rose Rose February 18, 2019 at 8:02 AM Cavernous extremes heh, lovely poem about life and bondings. Karen. Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2019 at 3:06 PM Thank you Pixie Dust. I like to see if anyone is reading this stuff.

Constance La France February 18, 2019 at 3:32 AM Caren, funny though poor grouchy Grandma! My Grandma gave me lots of lovely things before she went into a nursing home like an antique doll and lots a vintage jewelry, loads of knic knac thingies, her china and the cabinet and 40 fancy tea cups. After she died everyone was looking for the antique doll and I just played dumb~ Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2019 at 5:59 AM It is nice to have a grandma who looks out for your interests, Constance. Glad you enjoyed this one.