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bittersweet graffiti

My first thought at seeing this weeks Magpie photo prompt (below) was
"There's always room for Jell-O".
I then read the sentence under the photo....
"a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow"
No room for Jell-O there.
As sweet and non-filling as it is...

you can't take it with you
that's a bone hard fact
but you certainly
can leave
a little something for dessert behind...
a gift to the world
a memento
a trinket or two of your time spent
here on this rock.

what would you leave
your jewels
your words
your mother's eyes
your father's voice
what would you give
to a world that held you

a deep fear of mine
is leaving
you alone
worse than that
is you
leaving me
before your time

Ahhh life.
How's it going so far?

Like my friend Braja reminds me
Don't forget to laugh

Rene ~ February 2012
For Magpie Tales

"a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow"


  1. I'd give a bunch of pennies for that. What a thoughtful piece. Starting with jell-o, and ending with mortality. Very cool.

  2. Oh yes, I saw Jello, too! Nice write, Rene...

  3. I have that same fear. I like how this ended.

  4. i share that same fear...

    and i had a pretty funny convo with braja late last night

  5. I have that same deep fear as well.

  6. I enjoy this very much,

    very fearless take on fears.

  7. I don't know what I'd like to leave - warm memories, maybe. And no regrets.

  8. I leave my children.
    And I feel good about that.


  9. especially like the ending..but all good....thanks for sharing your words

  10. Brian's been writing me stalker emails. I can leave that...


  11. ok seriously :)

    what to leave? some word or two, that touched someone's heart. what else is there...

  12. Yep! A laugh is answer to so much - glad you arrived at the same conclusion. :)

  13. I leave a legacy of everlasting love ... I really enjoyed your poem.

  14. I enjoyed this one, kiddo.......especially "dont forget to laugh".


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