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Death of a Mother on a Winter's Night

Spirit rising,
snow swirling suddenly
as light falls on darkened figures
in the yard.
Children sleeping,
daughter weeping,
remembering the grip
of mittenned hand
holding hers
as they laughed,
arms flailing,
making show angels
yesterday at 3pm.
A day ago is now a life ago.
No siren this time,
sheet-shrouded figure
loaded gently like a precious antique -
"Wait, she needs her blanket!"
Watching silently as
red lights glow,
as red tears flow,
cheeks beautiful
and cold as a corpse.

13 Feb 17

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