My aerobics class went first
my season’s tickets to the show
my heeled shoes
my Sunday paper … all these are gone now
my apartment
my ghostly white Buick
my evening news
my romance novels … things fall away like leaves
my slow walks around the grocery store
my self-tending roses
my hat and gloves
my tattered diplomas
my tea cup collection
my church envelopes … there is no room any more
my black book of phone numbers
my summer dresses
my painted bed
my coffee table doilies
my purple umbrella … here it rains all the time
my Meissin flower vase
my figurines
my plastic jars for leftovers
my hair spray
my winter coat
my big hefty bags
my wallet and my purse … there is no need of money now
my shower cap
my Christmas card collection
my medicines
and all the rest.
What dreams may come … in death’s other kingdom?

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