Lise Rettig Frazier

When I die I’ll go to

a beautiful perfect place,

But I won’t stay.

I’d miss too fiercely

The warm weight

of my baby’s head

on my heart,

A perfectly buttery caramel,

An Allman Brothers song

on a sunny



I’d come back

for things like that.



3 responses to “Lise Rettig Frazier

  1. Lynn C.

    I think this is going to be an interesting blog. Love this poetry or musing that you’ve posted!

  2. Phill

    Nice. Reminds me Talking Heads’ take on the concept of Heaven in their song “Heaven”.

  3. Margie

    Lise that is a great picture of you. As always I love your poetry.

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