Trying to Carry On
After his wife of 60 years died,
the one with whom he’d raised
two sons, he lived alone for a few
empty months and then drove
to Tennessee to his wife’s cousin
who could have been her twin–
bleached blond, long polished
nails and the same soft drawl
and after a while married her,
brought her back to the empty house
and tried to carry on the old life
as best he could.
…as best he could.
We do what we have to do.
love the details of the “twin” — they help us see this couple and the kind of life they had and will have.
very powerful poem.
Wow. I was hoping when he drove to TN, he wouldn’t do what I thought he might, but then “after a while” he does, and why wouldn’t he? Such a powerful poem
Thank you Liz
Yes, this is a most explicit way to try to continue one’s life. I love the fingernails. Great image.