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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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