November memories
written by: Bridie Murphy
A child peers through the curtains with eyes open wide
The order was given that she must stay inside
Rain drizzles down and the sky’s a dull grey
Reflecting the tone of a very dark day
She counts as the cars pass, one, two, three and four
A pause….then another, then five or six more
Then they stop. And it’s over. And she turns with a shudder
After watching the funeral of her beautiful mother.
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