The Mortician

by Maple Tree   Apr 30, 2013


The mortician bowed his face in a grin
for he never knew the power of magic
until I breezed into the funeral home
in a graceful sweep of memories.

It was at that very moment
I shared wisdom bestowed
between two spirited souls,
crafting our designs upon
stained, dangling tissues.

He knew of sorrow only,
until I showed him graceful
fashion, authentic details
of how a grieving pixie shines.

Upon his lapel, her smile rested,
that is how she and I
exited the room....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Superlative Write Maple!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    OMG!!!...LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!...Andrea I am so happy to see how well you are handling this!! I was so concerned when the regression was happening with grams, but you are taking her passing and turning it into something I've never seen before...I find in your poetry stories of peace, total tranquility, and just this comfort of knowing, our deceased loved ones are totally fine...they are resting....

    Honestly, I love the title..I love the inspiration a simple funeral and one family member can bring to a sad gathering....

    You truly make me smile, even in the worst of times. I love you!!

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