Poem – Remembering His Third Wife (By Donal Mahoney)

Remembering His Third Wife

Never speak ill of the dead,
his father always said,
and his father was a pastor 
who preached from the pulpit.
That’s why whenever
he thinks of his third wife,
and he does almost daily,
he never says anything bad.
Instead, he sends himself an email
and records for history yet another 
evil deed she managed to execute  
during the years they had six kids. 
Between kids she drove him nuts.
He never thought she’d die
and never hoped she would
because as he said in an email,
the Devil has his hands full.
Then he saw her death certificate
and, by golly, it was embossed
so it had to be good as gold.
Since he couldn’t keep the original
he took it to the office
and made a giant photocopy.
Now he wants the right frame,
black as he claims her heart was. 
So far he has sent himself 400 emails 
about his bonfire life with her, a brief
prologue to the Hall of Fame injustices
he maintains he suffered simply 
because so long ago he said “I do.”
He isn’t certain what she said.  
Perhaps it was “You’re through!”

Author Bio:

donal-mahoney Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He has had fiction and poetry published in various publications in the U.S. and elsewhere. Among them are The Galway Review (Ireland), The Recusant (England), The Missing Slate (Pakistan), Guwahatian Magazine (india), Bluepepper (Australia), The Osprey Journal (Wales), Public Republic (Bulgaria), and The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey). Some of his earliest work can be found at and some of his newer work at