Poems of the Week

National Make-A-Will Month

by Julia Griffin

It’s time, dear kin, to prove how much
You relatively merit,
For such as August shows me, such
Will be what you inherit.

September’s waiting at the door:
I hear its heavy breathing;
So, if you’d rather not be poor,
Make nice while I’m bequeathing.

Although my main concern’s my soul,
(Assume that a priori),
A will, I find, does cheer the whole
Memento mori story.