In the Cathedral: Images & Confessions

Hours Away on Saturday Night

Mother called two hours ago
to talk about the funeral.
She told me who all was there,
the flowers
the music
the weather
the luncheon,
and how everyone was so
sorry that I couldn’t come.
I am dusting the dresser for the sixth or seventh 
time because if I don’t do something then I just might cry.


Published by psychoterrierpy

Thoughts and Feelings; Poetry and Prose; Ramblings and Prophecies.

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