My mother died
at the time that she got to be so old
that I had achieved my mid age
I was already holding
things she gave me in my left hand,
things I knew she had given me
Suddenly, when she died
coming at me was the weight of new gifts
I had to stop everything
to catch them with my right hand
My mother died
while I was already holding her gifts
both hands now so laden full
I was already holding
the old ones when suddenly they multiplied
with new ones yet to be opened
for my friend Donna
photo by Sherry Day