Life won’t
be easy without Nora
Now alone
with my turkey neck…
Sharing
anger while also writing off
Aging with a
“What the heck”!
Every
wrinkle on her face,
Each mirror's
reflection, a rejection…
Time
shortening upon inspection;
Past regrets
with introspection.
She made us
laugh when younger,
Mocking our
trials in early years…
Then aging
with brutal honesty
Exposing ill health, death, our fears.
Life
continues on this spring day,
Bird’s
nests, flowers, heifers calving…
But tomorrow
at the restaurant,
I won’t
order what “She’s having”.
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