A Quiet Conversation

Gertrude Abercrombie


wanted me to remember

how smart he was, how creative he was

how much a like we really were

I told her

she needed to remember

how he said I  didn’t have smarts

that what I had was a big mouth

that he said when  smiled

I looked like a screeching monkey

begging for peanuts at the zoo.


She said

I should forgive him

now that he is dead

and I said

that he didn’t care what I thought or how I felt

when he was alive

and I doubt it that has changed in death.


She told me he love me

and I said

I truly believe she wished he had

but I am long passed the point where I

wished for that too.