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Marvelous closing. Nice compression in this piece. Nothing wasted. *

Thanks, Mummy. This reminds me of the Larkin poem.

Less can be so much more... what a perfect short, but very big, poem.

If Beckett wrote stories for children, this is what he'd write.

Life as a terminal illness.

It won't get the Eternal Optimist Award for 2012, but I like it.

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Tiny poem, huge poem. ***

true that*

What a sweet bedtime story, Penny ; ) *

nice. i like the comment above that if beckett wrote childrens' stories, this would be it. i thought the same thing, but dom said it better.

She goes long, she goes short. She's an all-arounder!

I like the first stanza best. *

I like that you call her Mummy, which is what I called my Mummy.
Only, most of the parents I knew would never talk about death to us kids, not human death. Not even when a goldfish died.

Ah, interesting. My baby brother died when I was 4 and Mummy talked about death all the time.

Perfect and very real. At a certain point all my kids asked questions about death. Sad to hear about your baby brother. x

So much said in so few words. Peace *

AH LOVE *

yes. and oddly magical.*

Superb! *

“I can’t go on. I’ll go on.” Samuel Beckett’s narrator in The Unnameable

most people like to exclude the conversation about death. liked this poem

Yes. Missed this earlier. Concerning the author’s note: my sister, my daughter, my sister, my daughter, my sister, my daughter,