The Casket
It was clear,
she’d never been before,
when her eyes began to water
at just the offense of flowers,
the overwhelming stench of
competing scents, intermingled
with a plethora of perfumes,
colognes and breath
mints.
It was fully discomforting
when total strangers
endeavored to extend
consolation; but she was
totally taken aback
upon realizing, much later,
that the beautiful brass table,
overflowing with candles
and floral arrangements,
was actually the box
that contained
all that was left
of her father’s
remains.
PSC / 2017-Apr
My offering for Day 21 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day
(PAD).
Assignment: an object
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