Memorial Day In Brigham City

Posted by jeresk on May 20, 2007 in My Mom's Poems |

“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,

you know,

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


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

over there

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.


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