Something’s still bright
when a widow dies
and her son flies in
gives her body to science
has the movers
pack all the valuables
he wants shipped home
gives the rest to Goodwill
puts the house up for sale
takes a late night flight
leaves nothing behind
to say who the lady was
except for her garden
brilliantly in bloom
with roses and lilies
and phlox all applauding
and the sun ear to ear
a big smile in the sky.
Donal Mahoney