i was thinking about wasn't she   the phrase

as in   wasn't she wonderful   

or   wasn't he a force to be reckoned with   phrases

of remembrance or summation   and i was thinking

that someday i'll be a wasn't she

i'm not being morbid   we all go from here to there   

from now to then   from alive to not alive   surely 

each of us will be remembered with a  

wasn't she or wasn't he   and in a way alive again   if briefly   

i don't know what i think of that   my religious friends 

already envision themselves in heaven   

among friends   perhaps being remembered isn’t so important   

but for me   for us   who are less sure   it is a vision of a sort

that non-existence is not quite so definitively final