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Aging, Alzheimer's, author, creative writing, Death, dementia, Family, Funerals, Grandmothers, Grief, Kentucky, poems, poetry
The Death of a Queen
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I won’t go sit with the dead,
dressed up and watching the box as if it’s something holy.
It’s just a box. Just a body. Just withered flesh and bone.
I won’t sit there, receive hugs from people I rarely see,
accept condolences on a death that was expected.
I won’t sing songs of the great hereafter
that echo in a hollow place inside of me.
My grandmother is dead.
She was almost 90 years old and bore 14 children.
She was a preacher’s wife.
She was also the Queen of the Butterflies.
She used to have a tree in her yard—the butterfly tree.
Every summer, butterflies from all over the holler
found their way to her front yard to that tree.
I remember the tableau of thousands of butterflies
gathered into fluttering petals,
clusters of mystery amongst the branches.
Ensconced with me under the tree
was my granny, her head thrown back,
her body browned and sturdy,
laughing with me, swinging me
out of Hazard, Kentucky and into
the Land of Summer,
where she was more than a wife, mother and grandmother—
she was the Queen of the Butterflies
and I was her princess.
The last time I visited, she had already left her body.
There was no one behind the face that stared at the ground a lot,
no motive behind the hands that shook or often didn’t work at all.
There was no laughter from the mouth she had once spoken from,
only a slack, paralytic grimace that made me look away.
I won’t go watch them tuck her body into the ground,
people who never really saw her crown.
I would rather imagine a royal burial
with songs of the holler,
butterfly pall bearers
and a tomb of blue sky.
– Kathryn Cody
markrenney2 said:
This is absolutely beautiful and very moving but also, although this may sound strange, a sensible stance. Regards Mark.
Kathryn Cody said:
Thank you Mark. It was a move widely criticized, but funerals, I’ve always felt, were more about show than remembrance and honor. I can do that anytime.
Thanks for reading and responding.
Sincerely,
Kat