twenty-four mother’s days later
there is still a holding on, an unwillingness to
fully let go as if letting go means forgetting or
at least somehow making what wasn’t ever
somehow less important
my grip screams it was and it is, still
asters and daisies and perhaps some day lilies but
in actuality I can’t remember what assortments
of pinks and purples and yellows filled
that heavy bronze cup, its mouth flush with the ground
so those watching could easily pretend the flowers
just burst from the well-tended lawns naturally
rather than being placed there by grievers --
the latter hoping never to remember
never to forget
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