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My mother called today
wants to pay for her funeral
in advance “so you boys don’t have
to worry about it.”
But I’m not sure how
one does that, who do you pay
after all she may live
another 15 years so I say
just write me a check you can trust me
$20,000 ought to cover it.
Been a long time
since I’ve heard her laugh so hard.
© by Michael Estabrook.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Michael Estabrook, a small press poet since the 1980s, says he is "always striving for greater clarity and concision and for rendering language more succinct, precise, accessible and appealing--a Sisyphean adventure for sure." Now retired after 40 years, Michael, who lives in Acton, Massachusetts, is enjoying having more time to write and to work outdoors. He has published more than 20 collections, the latest being Controlling Chaos: A Hybrid Poem. Learn more about Michael at https://michaelestabrook.org/.
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Cynthia Oliver:
Thank you, I laughed out loud when I read your poem and am sending my sons copies. Your Mother and I would have enjoyed each other's humor.
Posted 07/15/2015 06:05 PM
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barbsteff:
Good poem. lots of fun poked at a serious situation.
Posted 07/15/2015 11:48 AM
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Lori Levy:
Funny! Liked it.
Posted 07/15/2015 11:43 AM
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KevinArnold:
Great fun. The specific dollar amount really grounds this poem.
Posted 07/15/2015 08:10 AM
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Barry:
Laughter is the best medicine. Thanks for the early morning dose.
Posted 07/15/2015 07:54 AM
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phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
Well-wrought! Particularly the turn her laughter.
Posted 07/15/2015 05:54 AM
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rhonasheridan:
I like this one. Reminds me of the kindly property man who told a 90 year old she could stay in the house as long as she lived. She died at108!
Posted 07/15/2015 04:35 AM
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