To All the Dead Poets

i'm continuing to post everyday for NaPoWriMo.  I thought about their prompt that addresses writing about a scenario where you die.  However, a good friend lost her grandpa today and somehow i needed a lighter version on the prompt, so i chose to modify it and imagined instead a scene where i am able to bring the dead back to life. 

     To All the Dead Poets

I wish you had been born

in this modern day and age

of pharmacology,

psychatrists,

and overeager drug representatives

Sara, i would give you Prozac

and art therapy

where you would realize he wasn't worth it

and that you don't need to swing from rope

to prove a point.

Anne, for you it would be Zoloft

to chase away those lonely nights

Soon you would laugh childishly

Not from carbon monoxide

but the way

the bird shit looks like The Scream

on the windshield of your car

Virginia, my overdramatic one!

A little Wellbutrin and fingerpainting

would be your medicine.

Silly Virginia! Don't you know

Rocks are for skipping and

Oceans are for skinny-dipping?

And last but not least:

Sylvia, dear Sylvia.

You would get the highest dose of Xanex,

some Play-Doh and knitting needles

and remember ovens are for baking

We could have a slumber party

whisper secrets and paint each others' toes;

Anne's bra would get put in the freezer

because she fell asleep first

Virginia would cry during Truth or Dare

(as she always chooses Dare, then Truth).

We would put our sleeping bags

in a circle,

tell ghost stories until

the apparitions became real...

only to then be chased away

but the early light

of Saturday morning cartoons