O Catholic guilt! <br />His distant mother was cremated <br />somewhere in Italy. <br /> <br />Her remains in a cake-mix box <br />to save postage <br />for that burning excursion <br />back home to him. <br /> <br />He received the box, <br />baked the cake <br />and so he ate her. <br /> <br />Two weeks later, he felt full <br />when the letter arrived <br /> <br />To inform him with fine scrawl <br />that she was <br />forever with him.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ashtrays/
