IN 2001 SHE DIED

IN 2001 SHE DIED

In 2001 she died

it was winter

I have always loved winter

I got a new black dress

In 2001 we buried her

I did the program

the eulogy

the poem

the coffin

the suit for burying

jewelry, underwear

shoes,

flowers

I picked all white roses

I like white roses

no

it wasn’t fun

I was the oldest

you know

I liked hearing the preacher

read my poem

sometimes I write really well

in 2001 we drove

a million miles to be there

it was winter

she was old

she’d had a really great life

 

I liked her a lot

In 2000 I bought my last

Mother’s Day gift

because

in 2001 she died

before Mothers Day

before her birthday

and sometimes I miss her a lot

but mostly now

I just miss her a little

except on Mother’s Day

when

“I carry her heart in my heart”

when through tears

I pen her a poem

“Happy Mother’s Day mom

Love you!”