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The Dearly Departed

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail.)


Greyed-out snapshots

and fuzzy holiday moments

white-edged borders

with dates—sometimes

the months and

years and, maybe,

a little red horse


uncles and aunts

and sisters

and cousins

new cars and new homes

and new babies

followed

by

new babies grown old

with their own babies

and old houses

and new hairstyles

and groups of

boy scouts

in ties and cowlics

and bankers

in ties and cowlics

and sorority sisters

in matching skirts

and old women

in sundresses and bonnets

being judged

for pies

and

banana puddings

at church functions

for the dearly departed:

Mildred

Mom

Hazel

Virginia

Baby?


To all the lost people

whose families are gone

and stories have faded

out of time then

sold to thrift store

owners

and junkers,

I see you.

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