To Tony Russell
Making my own hell,
awaking in the daylight
from an eerie echo of night,
stirring nightmarish worries
into a healthy porridge,
involuntarily vomiting
a debauched lifestyle,
swearing to drink only water.
But Happy-Ever-After life
is about to end.
A love affair with the erratic life,
beautiful young bride,
home-sweet-home,
seeds handed and sown,
kids fledged and flown,
the last breath,
the last seep of life
like the last rite.
The unfinished book
like a heirloom passed on
to a new Happy-Ever-After life.
(C) Helen Kanevsky, 2021
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