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they come running, flowers in hand
 

I’m      sorry for your loss     
 onto the coffin it goes
let me know if there’s anything I can do     
one last look
she was      a great woman       
and then


let us bow our heads in prayer
lilies disposed quietly
a formality
we mustn’t      mess with


I pray she goes to heaven

condolences

 

but first, a ceremony of another kind

 
the wilting greets me 
it is a strange feeling,       a first

 

watching someone leave,     body limp

 
I run my fingers through the lilies at the altar 
                                        a return to innocence 
                                        a return to fire 
           

           I watch my mother cry out 
           in a way I’ve never heard before

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