Saturday, January 29, 2011

Too late

At the clearance sale
bargain hunters sifted
through the residue
of his mother's life

much later

he thought of the dignity
of a post funeral pyre.


  1. This one is my favorite of your wonderful work.

    I remember at a yard sale, years ago, sifting through a man's mother's craft supplies.

    "Here, take this too," he kept saying. I still have her button tins and spools of thread and her hot glue gun is the best.

    Great poem.

  2. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment,Loll. I really appreciate it. I think about what might happen to my 'stuff' when the time comes - my poor children.

    X M

  3. This is very poignant Merlene. It reminded me of when my husband's mother died and we put her hand-embroidered tablecloths into a charity table top sale. I couldn't bear to negotiate with would-be purchasers and withdrew them in the end. We have them still!


For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene