deathbed blues
my parents were born in different beds but they died
in the same bed old mother 98 wouldn’t sleep in that bed
for several years pre The Reaper (father taken 35 yrs before)
and though a man sang tantalizingly from beneath the
sheets she insisted on the living room couch narrow +
facing the door (they’ll take me feet first!)
her future death beckoned from the big brass bed always
visible the bedroom un-doored mother un-moored father
a ghost dressed often as a giant hawk waiting for his wildbride
mother lay like Nefertiti father like a fallen angel no longer
football +jazzcat in the corner Ella+Loius whispered the words
to April In Paris setting the mood for Le Grande Ascent 🖤
Frances & Lee November 14, 2022
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Fall 2024 RIP Mummybird+Daddybird…..don’t be strangers!
songanddancegirl 