Shelby Fletcher

Self-serve food at the home of the memorialized—  

deviled eggs as party favors, 

to take home as a favor to the host, 

burdened with more than too many hor-d’oevres. 

 

Leftover tables full with family and friends fit into to-go boxes too, 

along with her favorite song on the stereo and cheesecake she would have hated.   

Little sandwiches forced down throats of the not-known-so-well members, 

who reconcile being out of place and saying goodbye. 

 

Funeral farewell to good morning graces, 

shaking hands and steady voices. 

Chronicled was her life in a pamphlet filled with forget-me-nots—  

Preserving the farewell.