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Barbara Huntington: What to Do with Nine Twelfths

At the time it seemed a good idea
Dividing his ashes
One half — then another divided in sixths
For each child, his brother
And me, always trying to please everyone

But he’s probably not pleased
Lurking in plastic bags, in cardboard boxes,
In the garage

Oh, one part of him is in Yosemite
Another in the surf at La Jolla
A third is in his brother’s garden

But what to do with nine twelfths?
The house?
There are already too many ghosts
Dragging their vaporous selves out from between
     computers, cell phones, printers
     and vast quantities of unlabeled chargers

Not the vegetable garden for the confirmed hater 
     of spinach and broccoli!
His kids said Disneyland, but now they rarely visit
Afraid I may say,
“Just a minute, I need to give you something from the
     garage.”
They are wise to me
Our family of indecision, denial

So there he sits
What will I do with the nine twelfths in the garage?

Copyright 2015 Barbara Huntington. This poem was first published in San Diego Writers Ink Anthology.

21 comments on “Barbara Huntington: What to Do with Nine Twelfths

  1. megkellymegkelly
    August 26, 2020

    Beautiful piece, Barbara!! Such fun.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Barbara Huntington
    August 24, 2020

    Thank you Michael Simms. I am still floating above the floor

    Liked by 1 person

  3. allisonfine
    August 24, 2020

    Love it. I am sharing on my FB page.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Deborah Ramos
    August 24, 2020

    love this, so clever. So proud of you Barbara!

    Liked by 2 people

  5. David Langenhorst
    August 24, 2020

    Barbara is the best. More!

    Liked by 2 people

  6. rosemaryboehm
    August 24, 2020

    Wonderful. Had to giggle.

    Liked by 2 people

  7. Janice Alper
    August 24, 2020

    As always, thoughtful, interesting and provocative. Love it.

    Liked by 2 people

  8. Beth Peyton
    August 24, 2020

    Wonderful! I have a bit of my mom with me here. Coffee scoop at the viewing, an unaccompanied flight in Tupperware to Pittsburgh. A bit on my grandfather’s irises in my garden, the rest in the lake after a boat ride. I get this!!!

    Liked by 2 people

  9. Tammy Rabideau
    August 24, 2020

    Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing. 🥰

    Liked by 2 people

  10. Barbara Huntington
    August 24, 2020

    BTW rumor has it that the remaining ashes might have found their way to Petco park by the statue of his idol Tony Gwyn and to a stop light he lobbied for for years to keep the kids safe where he was an elementary school principal. He had a wicked sense of humor and would have approved of my poem. Thank you, Michael.

    Liked by 1 person

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