tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post2183649359795951728..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: Thoughts on a Funeral DayW.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-70425047182533239752011-05-16T18:54:57.664-05:002011-05-16T18:54:57.664-05:00Yes. She lost her son in 1949. Her husband died ...Yes. She lost her son in 1949. Her husband died in a farming accident in 1973. And now, at the age of 92, she has gone to see them again. The fraternal twin of the boy was here today too, but I hope that she'll have to wait a good long while before she goes to meet the others.W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-3448228772805244262011-05-16T14:06:09.528-05:002011-05-16T14:06:09.528-05:00Amen. A real story, I assume?Amen. A real story, I assume?Bike Bubbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08193546045614393425noreply@blogger.com