Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Then and Now

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.

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

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Laurie Kolp said...

Wow. I'm speechless.

Brian Miller said...

smiles...your close on this...that did not care for each other but would mourn each other anyway...smiles...yes...very nice glynn...

Mary said...

Ha, 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.

Roslyn Ross said...

Wry, soulful, neatly done.

Anonymous said...

I loved the depth but also the comical side to this - thank you.

Marina Sofia said...

Says it all in just a few lines, really. And I love the picture!

Anonymous said...

a skilfully woven tapestry, i wanted to laugh but recognized truth in the final words (guess i'm not that young any more myself)