Mum stands up
as they lower her
brother into the ground.
At the wake
I notice we are having a good time.
Life feels a temporary setback, a blow
fly under the radar, a joke
falls flat, then
a healthy tax return.
A year turns
on good days
like these
unobscured
by something in particular.
Ah!
ReplyDeletethe indomitable spirit
ReplyDeleteyes, always amazes me, especially in the face of death and taxes :)
DeleteLove the last lines.
ReplyDeletethank you so much, Katherine; they clinched it for me - without them I was about to toss the poem :)
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