What Choice You Had
"Come to my room, help me
choose the dress I'll be buried in.
Is it too morbid of me to ask you?"
Your first choice a fuchsia dress
silk, long sleeved, belted.
"Is it too garish for a funeral?"
at your funeral you would wear
what you wanted,
bright color such a deliberate
counterpoint to your fading.
by a legend of stylish dressing.
"Perfect choice, Mom."
"Guess what," you whispered, "it's a size 10!
I've always wanted to wear a size 10."
We laughed at your perverse
pleasure - loss of weight
even if it's to cancer, size 10
even if it's in your casket.
It had its intended effect.
Mourners remarked on how
beautiful your dress was,
how so like you.
Mary Harvey Warren
in loving memory of Mary McLellan Harvey
I posted this poem two years ago for a 100 word challenge. This is its full version posted in response to Victoria Slaotto's prompt at dVerse Poets entitled Meeting the Bar: Writing Emotion.
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