Palavras lidas #443

Local Obits
by Thomas Lynch

It was the Alzheimer’s made Maurice sweet
those last ten years in contrast with the six
decades and then some of huffing and puffing
his way through three marriages, a couple of
unsuccessful runs for public office,
his business and the love of his children.
“God’s Will” is what his only daughter called it,
to see that awful, angry man gone soft,
gone simple and benevolent at last.
“You take the good with the bad,” she reckoned.
“He didn’t know me at the end, but he approved.”