Then:
She
sits on the hood
of
his car, a 1938 Packard
owned
by his funeral parlor
father.
Unsmiling, she looks
what
people call saucy,
an
attitude that promoted
her
to hood ornament.
Now:
She
stopped going
to
class reunions when
numbers
dwindled
to
insufficient to make
a
class reunion.
Fifty
became forty
became
twenty-seven
became
sixteen became
eight
became two,
the
two who never
liked
each other but
they’d
mourn each other
anyway.
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Wow. I'm speechless.
ReplyDeletesmiles...your close on this...that did not care for each other but would mourn each other anyway...smiles...yes...very nice glynn...
ReplyDeleteHa, ain't that the truth? I have never gone to any class reunions. But each one I am sure the numbers have lessened. But only two????? LOL. I shouldn't laugh.
ReplyDeleteWry, soulful, neatly done.
ReplyDeleteI loved the depth but also the comical side to this - thank you.
ReplyDeleteSays it all in just a few lines, really. And I love the picture!
ReplyDeletea skilfully woven tapestry, i wanted to laugh but recognized truth in the final words (guess i'm not that young any more myself)
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