Sunday

POEM


Tonight we shall have a ceremony.
For the dead.
For the living.
For my grandma.
She needs to see life.
As gentle as it can be.
She needs to see death dance on
A spider web. She also needs to
See how the moon looks
While the yellow October is here to stay.
Eucalyptus to heal her broken soul.
Tonight we shall have a ceremony, for my gram.

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