before her
last breath has been taken,
things
go missing
in the light of day.
rings and watches,
rosary beads,
photo albums. a radio,
a pair of shoes.
how quickly the living
want what
the dead or ill
can no longer use.
a bathroom robe,
her slippers too.
Russian tea cups
and saucers
that were never used.
like vultures they
wait and prey
with wretched claws
to take
what's left behind,
where is that stash of
money, please, one whispers,
tell us.
where is it buried,
give us a clue, please
mom.
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