Mourning Sickness Poem by Chuck Audette
Mourning Sickness
For an umpteenth time, I fix my tie
glance at the clock and sigh
The memorial service starts at eight
And as always, we'll be late
I yell 'Hon, what are you waiting for? '
and from her side of the bathroom door:
'Tell them I've got mourning sickness'
(I laugh at such a witty quickness)
she opens the door, perplexed somehow
then gives me a smiling hug
says 'therein lies the rub -
it's doubly funny now'
Worlds of fun and intelligence in your poetry, Chuck, and this is no exception! Thanks for the belly laugh! Est : ]
Clever witty poem Charles, very well thought out. I enjoyed it, it had a good story line and a snazzy ending. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Astutely penned Chuck. Your observations on life are real and so is your poetry...Justine :)
Oh yeah, I love it when a snapshot of life is taken to another level like this. Everything works here. Ez
Chuck, She most likely was a normal person once, besides what you did to her, what have you done to to her ? I just know that you are proud of both. B.V.A.
Awww poor thing...tell her I feel for her...crackers..eat crackers before getting out of bed! Hugs, Dee
Awesome write, Chuck... your poetry is the perfect fix for 'mourning' sickness. I'm not sure about the morning sickness though? Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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2/24/2026 6:24:57 AM # 1.0.0
I found this rather inter-resting this two-in-one tale, of things that matter I see a blue line, from the testing and impending sounds of pitter-patter? Danny