the things she'll leave
behind,
are few.
trinkets mostly, a tea
cup,
used, a plate, a ring,
her rosary beads.
dresses still on hangers,
shoes
not worn for years.
she's on the train,
on a trip
without luggage,
without
anything she owned,
these things
were few.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
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A nice poem; captures the emotion. I love the listing of things --how what we keep, what we have or don't have--tell the story of our lives.
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