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'
Aww, this is a sweet one Chuck. And you listen to Scarlett, she speaks words of wisdom there! Hugs Anna xxx
I don't know 'mourning sickness' but I think this is a very nice poem : -) .........cheers It is sweet and soft...... Gaurav
Chuck>>>You are trulyan astute Squire of versatile Literature.Many topics...always well expressed... Fjr
That's what good poetry writing is all about - taking a little slice of life and giving it a little something. Quirky, witty penning. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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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And how is the little mommie to be doing, for real? You had better learn to walk on egshells, old buddy, cause you tread on dangerous ground! !