She showed up at the wake
right at the last, my schizzy friend
after the ceremony and remembrances
much as if she were slumming
the art gallery shows and openings
dressed to the chic nines
Writing three pages in the guestlist book
sampling the food
drinking some wine or beer
gabbing with friends
rearranging the flowers on the altar
around the humble urn of ashes
and the small cross placed there
by the grandson of the deceased
as a special favor to the family
Did she know the deceased?
Oh yeah! For years. No question.
lots of love between them.
Even then, all that time,
she was always a lush and a moocher.
That's why I liked her.
Jehanah
