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New Year’s Eve

Posted: 06 Oct 2019, 03:29
by Billy
New Year's Eve

Mom, everyone says you look
real good. They say it's your bone
structure. Shirley poofed

your hair like Angie Dickinson.
Your arthritic fingers curl
like the claws on Grandma's

parakeet that morning we found
Petey lying at the bottom of the cage.
Mr. Meyers placed all the rings

on your fingers, even the one
with the fake diamonds set
around the crystal of a tiny clock.

You used to love showing it off.
It's a shock to look at you, lying there,
thinking any minute you’ll get up

like you did at the New Year’s Eve dance.
The MC announced they'd give away
a Tommy Dorsey album to the prettiest

girl there. You didn’t wait, walked
right on stage, said, "Here I am." He
looked at you and handed over the prize.

Re: New Year’s Eve

Posted: 06 Oct 2019, 06:03
by BobBradshaw
Gorgeous poem, Billy....love the parrot image, everything actually, including that fab ending...no crits

Re: New Year’s Eve

Posted: 17 Oct 2019, 19:01
by Billy
Thanks Bob

Re: New Year’s Eve

Posted: 19 Oct 2019, 19:09
by judyt547
yep, love the neat reaization, that 'waittt a minnit..." feeling, and the end...

Re: New Year’s Eve

Posted: 19 Oct 2019, 19:26
by meenas17
Lovely! Billy.

Re: New Year’s Eve

Posted: 20 Oct 2019, 19:17
by Billy
Thanks Judy, Mensa and the poetry gods.