My wife, the inevitable funeral director

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She will work on the dead;
doll up the flesh,
cater a meal,
bring families to union,
give counsel in consoling.

She will love her husband
and make grace in a home
for the living, cherishing her union,
consoling her boo-boo ridden children.

She will pass the sheet overhead
for loved ones and husband,
hopefully never touching
her children’s flesh on steel plank.

She understands the process,
proceeds with caution,
steadily applying makeup,
steadily progressing her wellness
in family,
with her children and her energetic
soul mate — the one that will inevitably
bother her for one more lifetime.

A blender of this world and the next;
Blood to formaldehyde;
Mother to makeup artist;
Wife to unwitherer.

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