Three Peas In The Same Pod

Three peas in the same pod,
with husbands buried
and children residing far away,
they are a marriage.

The middle one, a conductor,
completes the circuit
that allows for conversation.
She is their hearing aid.

Dressed for a past season,
gabbing widows
are rarely paid attention to.
But gossip they must.

Age has become a snug fit.
Swollen with memories,
anticipating the stem’s snap,
they have grown close.

Three peas, hardened to seed,
overly rouged, know
only death hungers for them.
Yet, they blush like brides.

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