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Life Cycles
In a long unrecalled corner of memory
there grows a dandelion jungle
and there a yellow-haired child
waist high in green and daubs of light
giggles as she grasps
a dozen suns
in chubby fingers.
Summer days live there too
plump blackberries growing wild
in fields of daisies and overgrown brambles
a girl wipes the juice dripping from her chin
laughs as she plucks
petals that know
how I love you.
In a moist and warm September
digging in the earth beneath the leaves
planning some spring arrivals
the young woman plants the bulbs
waiting in hope and faith
for tulips by the front door
to welcome you home.
It was a sunny day in December
the ground not yet frozen
the earth in a mound beside you
a daughter and now mother
lays a perfect rose
upon the casket
where you sleep.
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