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One cold day, drying myself after a shower,
I notice my husband's towel hung over a heating vent.
If anything ever happens to him, I think,
I'll get the warm towel bar.
When I tell him my thought, he laughs and says,
I haven't pictured your demise since yesterday
when you ate the last chocolate.
From Marriage and Other Leaps of Faith (Penciled In, 2015).
Used here with the author's permission.
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Jeanie Greensfelder is the author of Biting the Apple (Penciled In, 2012) and Marriage and Other Leaps of Faith (Penciled In, 2015. Her poems have been featured on Writers’ Almanac and American Life in Poetry. A psychologist, Jeanie seeks to understand herself and others on this shared journey filled, as Joseph Campbell said, with sorrowful joys and joyful sorrows. Jeanie lives with her husband Andy in San Luis Obispo, California, where she volunteers as a bereavement counselor and where she has just been named as Poet Laureate for San Luis Obispo County for 2017 and 2018. Read more of her poems at jeaniegreensfelder.com.
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Lori Levy:
I like the humor in this poem.
Posted 11/27/2016 02:54 PM
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Larry Schug:
Funny, yes, but we often think (at least, I do) of what life will be like if we're the one left behind or for the other if we're the first to go. I love how the two share their thoughts. This poem says so much with few words. Good work.
Posted 11/27/2016 07:42 AM
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rhonasheridan:
A charming chuckle on a cold and windy day!l
Posted 11/27/2016 03:51 AM
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