Friday the thirteenth and my wife's aunt Haley died this morning <br />Oldest of ten children and she was one of the last to go <br />Held on long enough to say goodbye <br />To more than half her siblings.... <br />My wife said one of her uncles was a drunk <br />I can relate....Said he was run over by a train <br />I contend if your going to be run over by a train <br />It should be a train of thought......like 'Get off the tracks! ' <br />At least he was drunk when the train cut him off <br />Another uncle was a war hero.... <br />I had never met a real live war hero of any war.... <br />All of the ones I knew were killed and of those I knew many..... <br />But this uncle was an inventor of multi tasking fishing lures <br />They could call the fish to the boat, catch it, put it in the cooler <br />And later scale, clean it and then cook it for dinner <br />He was quite the guy....Pearl Harbor vet.... <br />At least now he's with those hero friends of his.... <br />I asked my wife about this dead aunt... <br />She didn't seem to know much about her except <br />She was the oldest of ten siblings....and she was going to be cremated <br />This just in....my wife's mother called with great news! <br />Aunt Haley didn't die on Friday the thirteenth...but at 11: 47 pm Thursday the twelfth <br />What a stroke of luck! <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-cat-crossed-her-path-on-friday-the-thirteenth/
