Startled by the sheer absence of an idea, I winced.
or they would have asked at Thanksgiving dinner.
the question of her final resting place looming large.
that she passes unaware of her previous 77 years.
the family she grew and fostered, living as if we know.
Did anyone see her in the shadows of her own wake?
Will anyone mourn the body’s cease post matris vitae?
True ‘Thanksgiving’ to moms is a hard piece of work for most of us for many reasons.
So true. How can one ever pay sufficient tribute?
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