Layed out
like a beautiful display
of a life
ended.
She lies
her body sewn up
wrinkled but
made up like new.
His hands hover
over his own face.
All he had left
of the loving woman
who raised him
and he is alone.
One brother left.
One wife unsensitive.
One son unamused.
One daughter forcing.
Swallow her pride
A daughter
directing a wife
toward comfort
When a grown man cries.
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