Na/GloPoWriMo! Day Eight Prompt didn’t speak to me exactly, but this phrase from the business jargon phrases generator that they said could inspire a poem did: “conveniently cultivate professional human capital .”
Here we go:
She came to our door
bible in hand
wearing sensible shoes and floral printed
she was wearing a hat
with daisies painted on the rim.
My son answered
and he said hello
The lady in the hat got to the point, wanted to save his Soul.
” Do you know what will happen to you in the next life, do you know who will meet
after you die?
she asked my son who was about 16 at the time.
He said in all honesty, he did not.
As she smiled and
prepared to claim his soul
in the name of her Lord
my Son said quietly, gently
as he imagined I would do:
” My Mother’s a mortician, and who knows? Maybe one day she’ll have the chance to meet you too.”