For Greta J.
O. Kris Widmer June 13, 2012
Written while Candace (J.) J. and family were our house guests.
It has taken a while
but I hardly ever
think of that October.
Details have left me.
(Was it '83 or '84?)
That horrible month
when you and Rob's mom - Mrs. Nelson -
(I can't recall of
her first name.)
ended it all.
She jumped in front
of a train.
You slipped a noose
around your neck and leapt from the ladder.
Quite the Sabbath
afternoon surprise for Dr. Cliff
(I remember his name
too)
Depression is a
killer.
You never got to see
your sweet[1] daughter
walk the aisle with
her man,
or carry his children,
or raise them
to be the awesome
teens they are today.
Sorry you missed it
all.
I know they miss you.
But...we all cling to life
and make the daily
choice to be happy
and to laugh and ride
roller-coasters
no matter how bad it
gets for us.
But every once in a
while
I still murmur your name.
Greta, what a shame!
Written with the Three Word Wednesday Prompt for 6/13/2012
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Click for the page where this free and fun poetry prompt is found.
http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/06/3ww-cclxxvi.html
You can blog your writing project...then link to it at Three Word Wednesday.