Above Me Poem by Bill Kamen

My wife
of forty years
was attractive,
intelligent,
high-income.

All the things
I wasn't.

On our 40th
anniversary,
we traveled
to Mexico.

There
was an
accident,
and my wife
was killed.

I had her
cremated.
before going
home.

I boarded the plane
and found my seat,

then, asked the
flight attendant
where I could put my urn.

She said,
'I know a secure place
in the 1st class
compartment.'


On the flight home,
I thought to myself,

even in death,
she was above me.

Hi Wkamen,

Without a doubt you write the most surprising poetry.
You never know how it is going to end.
I love the minimalist approach you enjoy using.

Look forward to more,
Sheryl.

Enjoyed this a lot... an interesting contrast between
the serious nature of the material
and the tone and light form used.
As Fish said... very different. Thanks for sharing.

Rob

Hi, Wk, I really enjoyed reading this.
I enjoyed the irony of the finish,
and must admit it brought a smile to my face, hope
that was something you anticipated.
Very nice writing, entertaining and yes, surprising.
Heart

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