My mother was in her mid-eighties
and to use an old fashion term,
no longer used, failing to thrive.
She ended up in the hospital for weeks.
She loathed everything about being there.
The open at the back light cotton hospital gown
to her a clothing store fashion buyer,
was the height of utter humiliation.
She claimed there is a reason hospitals
have you wear them and also why
you are confined to lay horizontal in a bed
while the doctors and staff stand tall
next to you lying helpless in a bed.
The reason is to show the patient who’s in charge
and to signify you are at the hospital’s mercy.
At the funeral home for my mother’s showing
I heard interesting comments from women her age.
One said, “God took your mother
because he needed a harp player.”
This woman obviously didn’t know mom
as my mother had no musical skills.
Mom did like to listen to records on the stereo.
Ones by Barbara Streisand and Nat King Cole.
Another woman said, “God took your mother
because he needed another angel.”
These kinds of comments
invite my attention.
They also, frighten the Hell out of me,
pun very much intended.
Am I to understand that God
is killing us because he is recruiting
angels and his band needs harp players?
This makes him sound like some kind
of a murdering psychopath.
I think he’d be better off hiring
a human resource manager
or put a help wanted ad in Craigslist.
The priest at the funeral said that,
“God closes doors but opens windows.”
Personally I prefer doors
because I don’t fit through windows.
Peter Mulvey: “What Else Was It?”
“To emphasize the afterlife is to deny life. To concentrate on heaven is to create hell.” -Tom Robbins