In Hallmark the other day
marching the aisles like a grocery shopper with a long list and no cart
I tried to find a deepest sympathies card that rhymed.
I noticed how the cheerful cadence had been dutifully adapted to fit
birthdays, anniversaries, congratulations cards, and even get well soons
and how the sentiment
of vowels howling along with their gloopy-eyed readers
would suit your humor well in this difficult time.
There were none to be found
just an assortment of macro-fonted cursive well wishes,
plenty of blank space for me to add a little penned-in TLC but then knowing me
I’ll probably write about shoddy CPR,
gloved medic hands on a bare chest pumping away
I’ll scribble down some plagiarisms of my own inner monologue
Like “Can you tell your Dad to leave the gates of Heaven open for me
‘cause I don’t think I can get in without some serious help P.S. I’m sorry this poem doesn’t rhyme.”