Poem - For Greta J

For Greta J.

O. Kris Widmer    June 13, 2012

Written while Candace (J.) J. and family were our house guests.

It has taken a while

but I hardly ever think of that October.

Details have left me.

(Was it '83 or '84?)

That horrible month when you and Rob's mom - Mrs. Nelson -

(I can't recall of her first name.)

ended it all.

She jumped in front of a train.

You slipped a noose around your neck and leapt from the ladder.

Quite the Sabbath afternoon surprise for Dr. Cliff

(I remember his name too)

Depression is a killer.

You never got to see your sweet[1] daughter

walk the aisle with her man,

or carry his children,

or raise them

to be the awesome teens they are today.

Sorry you missed it all.

I know they miss you.

But...we all cling to life

and make the daily choice to be happy

and to laugh and ride roller-coasters

no matter how bad it gets for us.

But every once in a while

I still murmur your name.

Greta, what a shame!

Written with the Three Word Wednesday Prompt for 6/13/2012 
Click for the page where this free and fun poetry prompt is found.
http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/06/3ww-cclxxvi.html

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[1] Her name as a teen was Candy.

Poem - Request and Disclosure

Poem prompted from
http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/05/3ww-cclxxii.html


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Request and Disclosure

O. Kris Widmer

do not fawn over me,

deary.

i am fine.

really.

these tears are nothing

and this grimace will pass.

i am just trying

to juggle

my current reality

with my churchy upbringing.

i'll be all right

really.

eventually.

just not now.

now, i look out at the fog,

squint down at my instruments,

twiddle with switches and buttons,

and pray to God

there is a way to navigate this family to a safe landing.