bitchuary
bitchuary
i got a text
from your father
after you went away.
he wanted to know
what would go
in the obituary.
he spelled it
b-i-t-c-h
uary.
your sister quipped
“that sounds like january
for bitches.”
long ago
your father branded me
bitch, many different kinds!
he was cold
but abbie and i
felt only warmth
in the sweet respite
of our shared laughter
at his expense.
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wow
the way you turn Pain
into word play
& sweet/sad obit
for abbie
Thank you!❤️
I agree with Jim, this is a brilliant way to mix bittersweet remembrance with comical anecdotes and wordplay.
Thanks! I appreciate you.❤️