Dressed Up
I never knew
how hard
it could be
to pick out
something
she would wear
an outfit
to send her
on her way
to eternity
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I never knew
how hard
it could be
to pick out
something
she would wear
an outfit
to send her
on her way
to eternity
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oh, this hurts. Nice.
Thanks!
I love what is not said in this poem. Long after, I’ve even had second thoughts on the clothes I chose for my mother.
Wow….this is deep…I cant remember what I buried my grandfather in. I do however remember fussing over which blanket we would cover him up with when we buried him. (he always said “burry me in a blanket you know how cold I get”) A beautiful poem!
very sad and beautiful
Wow. High-impact poem.
Thank you all for your comments!
So few words to say so much. Feels like grief feels. Nicely done.