
Let me sit here 5 more minutes, let me sit here and look I remember the coffin’s weight I almost dropped it It contained my mother’s body I’d never drop it Let me sit here in the still My mother loved the winter here, Quiet 4am… 5, 6 3 more minutes Maybe 2 Maybe less I love to watch the flurries flutter Slowly, softly flutter, fall White silence; Black morning My mother’s pain; black as ice S…
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