One Hundred Words A Day
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Upon Listening to Joan Didion's "The Year of Magical Thinking"
My father's wife
and not my mother
takes him to his grave.
My mother has made sure of that.
that he is long, long dead.
dead the same day she died,
Dead, wrapped in her love for him
in her longing for him,
that no death can part.
My father's wife
and not my mother
takes him to his bed.
his body near her,
his soul long departed. ¶ 9:43 PM 0 Comments
My father's wife
and not my mother
takes him to his grave.
My mother has made sure of that.
that he is long, long dead.
dead the same day she died,
Dead, wrapped in her love for him
in her longing for him,
that no death can part.
My father's wife
and not my mother
takes him to his bed.
his body near her,
his soul long departed. ¶ 9:43 PM 0 Comments
