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My Mother Died Some Years Ago
". . . saints and sinners, go your way . . ."
---Estlin Cummings, aka e.e. cummings,
"Annie Died The Other Day"
My mother died eight years ago,
nor do we feel a warm, soft glow
toward her, who chose---as her default
response---an always sharp insult.
Mostly unappreciated
by those who knew her, if not hated,
her, the worst torture of all
(and, dear God, she sure had her gall)
was the foul taste of her cole slaw;
that each, who tasted, denigrates
to this day. Banned in most states
as a rank obscenity,
it still can haunt my memory.
Starward
