Saturday, December 09, 2006

Fun With Poetry

Obituary for a Very Good Girl

She always remembered
to put things on the calendar.
She could write a very concise memo.
She never wore too much make-up
or spent too much on shoes.
She didn’t always wash the dishes,
but she felt bad about it.
When she felt depressed,
she still smiled a lot
So as not to bother us.
When she died
We broke open her head
And found it as full of poems
As Emily Dickinson’s writing desk.
We looked at each other and shrugged.
“Hmm, who would have guessed?”

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