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.