My mothers daydream
When she was little
Was her mothers funeral.
Since my grandmother
Had been a radio announcer
During the war years
She had been well-known
For a spoiled child
As my mother was
Those years of meeting
Famous people
In the Green room
While her mother introduced
Them or interviewed them
And then afterwards
When they sometimes
Were included into the festivities
My mother had to sit in the corner
While they wined and dined
She just sat there dreaming
Of the day her own mother
Would lie in state
For they also went to funerals
And a few weddings
All those people
Would come by
And she would curtsey
And hold out her hand
For them to kiss
Not shake
They would bring her presents
As in the old days
And perhaps invitations
As they had so many
Times been invited
While her own father
Had parachuted behind
Enemy lines
Spending every day
In order not to become
A German POW
And waiting for that day
When he would go home
To his loving wife's arms
And his doting child's embrace....
On this day
Just after winning
The Caucus in Iowa
Former President Trump
Stood next to his third wife
Melanie as she welcomed
Her mother into the church
She gave a eulogy
Of her mothers life
Having lived in the Soviet sector
Of eastern Europe
Life was different
Then from now
Amilija
Had also survived
The War years
Then married
Had a child
Watched the Soviets
Come to an end
As she had watched
The Nazis fall
She even watched
Her own daughter
Become a model
And then the mother
Of the Presidents son.
Her life had been
Bitter and hard
But she preservered
Is that what Melanie
Said at her funeral today?
I don't know
I am without television
Can only imagine
What to speak
About a hausfrau
She lived up to the challenge
After all the trouble
Her husband has had
Even his first wife's
Death during the Pandemic
This was her day to live
One that most of us
Don't want to know is ahead
My mother was not so much
Cruel as unable to feel anything
Her amygila had been injured
During one of the blitzes
She was never well
And her mothers fame
Diminished with television
And age
Age comes to us all
Sitting there in the sun
With two granddaughters
One not her real one
She had fallen off the roof
With her third child
And second marriage
It died in a miscarriage
Her husband forced her
To raise another
And the one twin
Without the other one
Not allowed to tell either
Of them what had been decided
She could still turn heads
She had been a beautiful baby
Her daughter also had beauty
But age had come upon her
She did her duty by her daughter
Her only one
While wondering what had happened
Moving back to Los Angles
From her forced hermit life
Was a shock to her
There had been so much
She had done in the early years
Now her sister and her
Had their bridge club
They were the ones who showed up
On the day of her funeral
A quiet affair
Attended by almost no one
My mother had caused
So much trouble over
Demanding that her miscarriage
Had not occurred
That this jimmy
Was really her son
And not dead
He showed up after
Shoving my grandmother
Down the stairs
For acknowledging my
Sixteenth birthday
He sat there crying
And carrying on how
He was going to have
To assume his responsibilities
And everything else
Was just his
All of it!
No big show for my mother
As usual spoiled
By the boy who was not hers
No front page photo
No mention on the evening news
Not even by her former colleagues
Son now an anchor of the Evening news
She laid there still beautiful
But old and aged
At 62 she was a year short
Of collecting her old age
Her sister brought her will
In which I was mentioned
Not Jimmy at all.
Did not go over really well.
The cops had to be called
The few of us who did show
From her huge family
Her mother had a dozen children
Sadly watched her coffin
Be put in the away from our eyes.
I must have past out or something
The next thing I knew
We were back in that dreadful place
Up there in the once celebrity
Studded Lakes area
Watching her being lowered
Into a grave
Far away from her birth place
As usual it said Salt Lake City
But really it was the former
French colony.
Whose funeral do you think
Was more beneficial?
The woman who interviewed
The Lindbergs right after their son
Had been kidnapped?
Or introduced the Windsor's
As abdication of the King
Was being announced?
Or the woman whose daughter
Became the first lady of America?
Probably nothing more
Than the size of the press.
Both women were wives and mothers
Both lived their lives
Without causing harm to others
And both died with at least one member
There to care about their deaths.
My mother had no one at all.
Not her son nor any of her
Little granddaughters
Who still show up asking
For them to be introduced
For the usage of extortion
To people who have long
Forgotten any of us
Who lived and breathed
The news the real stuff
There was one set of friends
Who showed to my surprise
It was not they were unwelcomed
But on their honeymoon.
They have since lost their mother
Who was not unknown
Raised around each other
But never allowed to have
A relationship
By those who will not stop
Causing trouble
Even the extortioners
Thought of showing their faces
Not to offer condolences
But to make sure her will
Was not read
And she did have one.
Dear Betty Adelheaded
Has no mention of me
In her will
One of those who will not
Stop making others feel
Her pain for having done
Nothing but causing harm.
After being convicted
Of abducting me
And attempting to kill me
She ran away from her prison
Taking me with her
Putting me up for adoption
In Germany
A woman in France
Wanted to see me
She was once a rich woman
Having come from the south
Working at everything
To make it big
Which she did
She was one of the biggest
Things that had hit Paris!
And then the Germans
Came marching in.
She worked for the French
Resistance as my grandmother
Had done during those years.
She wanted me to know
Who my grandmother
Had been to them
And said normally
She might adopt me
But I should go back
To my family
While that little bitch
Was executed for
What she had done
To our family .
Poor Betty
Did not stick around
To meet this grand lady
But she died shortly
Afterwards
And before my grandparents
Arrived from America
There was a huge funeral
Through the streets
Of Paris
For Josephine Baker
Which I walked
With the others
Behind her casket
To be meet by my own
Grandmother Hazel
Along with her husband
To be told to never
Again, think I was unwanted
They had both meet the
Former Queen as a child
But were not there
For her huge state funeral
I recall the one for Churchill
Being important to them.
But they were not important
Enough for those in the know
To keep out the ones
Who just want extortion money.
Sadly I watched on my television
The woman who altered
The modern world.
Now her son has taken over
Charles has never had a good life
It has always been beset with difficulties
He had to go in for surgery
An important event
A possible life threatening one.
But even in this he was
Upstaged
By his daughter in law
Who just had to go in for
Abdominal surgery
Kate is so skinny
What could possibly be wrong?
Maybe she had a hysterectomy.
For Jimmy!
He does enjoy wearing them...
Anyways a woman
Passed away of whom
Not many of us knew
But got the send off
Her family desired
While the rest of us
Wait for the day
We don't want to face
And hope there is still
A spot on the hill
To bury them.
Roses, look for roses....
The sorrowful lady
Who attended the Orthodox
In San Francisco instead
Of the Catholic private school
Desires that daughters be allowed
To send their own mothers off
Without regrets that the wrong one...
Nor conspirators showing up.
Sadly it happens to us all.
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