written by: Jaya Avendel
It is an insurmountable feeling
To be left alone
At the edge of Devonshire with the
Lambs white against the green hills and
The velvet of her slippers still prints in the grass.
Her ring is in the box
She refused to take
I do not know
If my mother’s ring
Will fit her hand.
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