my sister stands sadly
in deep snow
hunched
into black leather coat beside
wreath
signalling mom’s grave
under the snow
row on row of wreaths in background
it is Christmas day
eight months after
and
our eyes ache with longing
standing alone in the snow
bereft
surrounded by field of wreaths
signs of sadness
and we say
frohe Weinachten Mama
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