THE DAY MOM DIED
The day Mom died
My doorbell rang
Twice, two times in
The afternoon.
But when I bounded from my chair
There was no one there,
Or anywhere near,
As I scanned the scene
For signs of a prank or the post.
After the second signal
I tested the bell for a short
Or some other cause.
But it worked just fine,
No gust or glitch had
Had set it abuzz.
Hours later I got the word
Mom departed this cold world.
My wife suggested
Mom stopped by our island,
Which swarms with ghosts,
To say goodbye to her oldest son,
One child absent from the last bedside.
And I just shrugged,
And would still, except --
The day they turned our Mom to ash
The doorbell rang again.
And her grandson answered only to find
No one waiting to come in.
And in the months that followed,
The doorbell never repeated its
Eerie ring, sounding only
To announce a package delivered
Or a neighbor stopping to say “Hi.”
I guess Mom said her final goodbye.
NO ENDING
Some people laud suicide
As the perfect ending
To life’s tragic story.
But my life’s more
Like some comedy,
A serial with chapter endings
That keep me anxious
To read on,
Wondering just what
In the world
Will happen next.