The Mourning Walk, poetry by Phyllis Schwartz at Spillwords.com

The Mourning Walk

The Mourning Walk

written by: Phyllis Schwartz

 

When we were walking this glorious morn
I told my spouse of 30 plus years:

If I die today under the surgeon’s knife,
don’t shed too many tears.

Go get yourself another wife.
Sign a big prenup, buy her a few meals.

But leave all the money
to our beautiful girls.

And don’t ever sell my adored house
which I almost love more than you, you louse!

If you don’t want to live there
let our daughters give it care.

While you are in my bed with that whore,
If my last words you dare to ignore:

My ghost will lightly scritch and scratch your neck,
with creepy yellow nails in the middle of the night.

And give you both a fatal fright.
Aren’t I in life a great delight?

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