A Piece Is Now Yours

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A PIECE IS NOW YOURS

 

 

 

After the funeral, after I cleaned her room

Changed the sheets and made the bed, I

Opened the windows on a cold April's day,

And breathed in the fragrance of the flowers

Of the funeral, the baskets and wreaths,

I recollected

With the lilacs, edelweiss and

Lilies-of-the-valley that always walked with

My Mother,

 

I stood in the doorway to an empty

Room that day

A piece of my heart lies in her grave and

A piece of my heart is in this poem.

 

 

 

 

Love,

Ana