The Last Laugh

She
was
known for
such lines as
“I cracked a funny”
and “It’s a long way from my heart.”
Bathroom humor was
a favorite.
Funny,
the
way

she
died,
found by
my sister
(no joke) slumped over
the portable commode, her heart
having given out
just after
using
it.
Ha.


Funny, odd–but also, I think my mom would have gotten a chuckle out of it herself. Peace to our s!

Afterdeath

First
Mom,
then Dad,
heaven bound
seven weeks apart.
Six months of taking shifts, tending.
My siblings and I
free to rest
in peace
now
too.


My mom died in December and my dad died a month ago today. May they rest in peace! Among various cards and letters they had saved, I found the poem below, written as a school assignment when I was in the sixth grade and mailed from the school. Peace to our s!

full moon me

The
moon
makes me
crazy like
a loon with a spoon
eating chicken soup with a fork.

© Stephanie Malley
Poem title from chapter 5 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.

NaPoWriMo21 Day 15 – I skipped today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt.

Still working fast and furiously on poemcrazy poems. Posting this one from today’s batch. Peace to your !

No Lie / Strange to Say

NaPoWriMo21 Day 10 – I skipped today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt in lieu of a companion poem to my Day 7 fib. A fib is a poetic form with a syllable scheme of 1/1/2/3/5/8.

No Lie

If
you
haven’t
realized this
is a fib, that’s good;
a fib that’s good goes unnoticed.

© Stephanie Malley

As a bonus, here’s a one-word poem that would look strange posted all by its lonesome. Peace to your !

Strange to Say

peculiar

© Stephanie Malley