My family and I rent a house that belonged to a 104 year old woman. She was sharp right up until the very end. I brought my 8 year old girl to her first funeral (she clearly DID NOT like looking at the body in the casket)
Poetry Prompt: Write a poem about death
here’s the only poem I have right now, I have an idea to write about living in a dead woman’s house
by Valeri Beers
no forwarding address
a Mother’s Day card.
on the ground.