days before she died,
knowing
instinctively
that she had little time,
she went
to the post office with all her
packages
for Christmas.
a sweater
and book were
mine.
i read the book on the way
to her funeral,
during the long flight,
and wore
the sweater, despite
the colors
despite the bold stripes.
how she must have laughed
at that.
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