it comes too soon

her mother died
in the smoke filled room.
the condo
overlooking the pool.
two bedrooms,
two baths, plenty
of space
for her tea pots and cups,
her three cats,
her sewing machine
and loom.
you can still smell
and touch
the residue
of cigarettes on
everything. a gloomy
yellow.
they took her out
on a stretcher.
three men. down the stairway,
four flights of
steps out to the ambulance
and into the yellow
sun. the blue sky.
everything comes to soon.