She kicked the bucket, I
danced on her grave; the soothing melody
of her laughter played within.
Hear the coins clack, echoing
like pebbles in a hollow cave, meager
donations just like super tonight.
My friend once said that to dance on someone’s grave was a sign that they lived a full and happy life. A life you were sad to lose, but one you are happy to have been part of.
I don’t know how true it is or if it’s a generally accepted truth, however, there is usually a lot of dancing at funerals back home so ….
Written in response to TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – today’s prompt is bucket.
Thank you TJ for hosting this challenge.
Image: copyright Tj Paris