My Mother's House, by Linda
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My mother died last year
My grief has not yet healed
Her last years were difficult
The task of sorting her possessions
was left to me
I sit in her kitchen
I look around with heavy heart
I begin the process
I pick up her scarves; they are
soft and colorful
A sharp contrast to my mom
She was a complicated woman
with simple needs
She had many fears that ruled
her life
She had many loves
her church, her children, her husband
I walk through her house and slowly
pick up items that she once held
Some must be discarded. I find that
a painful thought
But I must remember: they aren't
part of her, they never were
Still, I feel that she is part of
them some how
I hold each piece in my hand, turn it
over and hold it close
I cannot finish this today
I'll come back tomorrow
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Posted: 2011-04-11 20:52:05 UTC |
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