Poetry by Catherine Zickgraf
If you care, pull your chair up to our vacation
home’s sick-bed home away from home.
Husband and I have discussed my dying here,
bed facing ocean, waves coaxing my soul
to spread wings over mist and wind—
when it’s time.
So what to pass down? Mother’s too big for
my clothes, sister too small. They won’t be there
staring over my grave and down at my coffin.
The family will hear I’ve passed, shrug shoulders,
spasm a little laugh, then continue carrying on
with their busy, Godly lives.
About the Poet
Catherine Zickgraf’s main jobs are to hang out with her family and write poetry. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Pressand The Grief Diaries. Her recent chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press. Read and watch her at caththegreat.blogspot.com
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What an aberrant look at life. I loved it
Shrug and Godly are so synonymous in connotation, like an unburdening of self and voided feeling. I like this windowed view onto the otherliness in detachment.
Powerful poetry. Gutwrenching. Well done!