(1915 – 2016)
she sat
on the veranda
album open
in her wrinkled hands
black and white pictures of her
next to her husband’s sealed coffin
and the other pictures in the album
I’ve seen them again
in the last ten year’s obituaries
she said she couldn’t sleep
she felt weary, tired
I shook my head
I held her hand
said I’d be back tomorrow
she never woke up
after that night
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