Of course she’s not dead.

Laid in a state of grace.

Resting before she’s called

back among us all.

A little paler perhaps.

Hands resting on her lap


Breathing or breathless?

Among this slow passage of time

we hold our own.

Impossible to fathom

if or when she has left.

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