Arlyn

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IN LOVING MEMORY

Dear Mom,

We buried you
in cruel winter
on a day so cold
the tears froze
on our cheeks
We took the earth
in handfuls
to cover
your polished cedar coffin
carefully selected
as if it mattered
as if the frozen ground
would be kinder to you
if you rested in fine wood

Then we threw
our hearts into the snow
and drove away


 

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