TOO MANY FUNERALS by Anita Power

Ghosts live with me

I take them out to every party

I raise an extra glass to toast them

I wear a cocky hat remembering

how he loved the way I wore my hats

I wallow in the sunshine

in the air I breathe

I soak up present moments

for present moments

add up to all our yesterdays

I bow in gratefulness

for all the love reigned down on me

from those dear spirits

that lurk about the shadows

each day is new

each day is given as a gift

refusing to give in to devastating grief

and that dark night

that surely comes

to rob us one by one

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