“Hazel would just die
to see plastic flowers on her grave!
No! Alice is over there! More over!
Behind the Knudsens. See?
Did you do Minnie? She’s the peonies.
Well, put some on Bodil.
Her sister, Bertha’s there with Andreas
(Brigham settled all the Danes here)
and well I guess the three lived together
and, well, maybe they, you know, were but, then
again, maybe they weren’t,
they didn’t keep marriage licenses
of, well, you know, plural folks but
put some on Bodil, no!
Not the chrysanthemums! Here’s two poppies that
should be plenty and I’m telling you
Grandpa Andrew is over there! See? The Big stone.
It says clear as the live long day
ANDREW ESKELSEN and wife
Honestly what are you children
going to do when I’m not here to tell
you where Andrew is? Honestly
and you forgot Orrin.”
And on and on goes Great Aunt Mildred
losing patience with the 50 year old children
who have children
who have children.
Worried they won’t remember Andrew.
Worried more they won’t remember
she should be the pink roses
behind the Christiansens where,
for their convenience,
her name is already on the stone next to
her late husband’s under “beloved mother” just the date
to fill in.