Eulogistics

I thought of something nice to say at my mother’s funeral.

Spoiler alert:

She’s not dying (no quicker than you or I technically am…)

But my dad is…

So I was thinking about all of the things that I would say about him at his funeral;

and that made me sad. So to cope, I decided to try and think of something nice to say…at my mother’s.

I know, I know… BUT!

I thought that would make me mad-

You know:

when I couldn’t find one (but knowingly looked)?

And…

Well then I found one; which in turn… made me mad.

Huzzah!

Isn’t it exquisite-

how my broken and gold;

They fuse together in kintsugi rhythm?

Knowing both paths to the desired result- consciously mitigated and yet…

Gestures vaguely at everything,

and nothing.