My mother was born in the month of December and passed away in December during the COVID years. These verses belong to a poem that is the last concrete and intimate moment between us ‑postmortem.
My favorite verses from the poem…
requiem for a snowflake
winter winds cradled your descent
falling whispers sang goodbye
the unnecessary wasn’t said.
who would’ve thought that snowflakes die?
who could’ve known they close their eyes in bed?
a fate i had no power to prevent.
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