Mum's Ashes - Poem by Alison Cassidy
We didn't give you
a proper send off mum.
(I regret it now)
who never bothered
when you were old
and irritatingly frail.
So we filled the house with flowers
and the bunch who cared.
And dear old Ted
(who used to prune the garden)
'do the honors'
with the rose bush.
we traipsed out into the garden.
the ashes proved
a tad voluminous
for Ted's carefully prepared resting place,
so I concealed (surreptitiously)
the excess in the cupboard in the hall.
When I left the conjugal home
some months later,
my ex found your 'brick'
and dumped it on the drive
with a rude note.
So I took you home
and scattered the other half of you
over my new garden
with my new lover standing beside me.
And something tells me
you would have smiled.
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