Pome: Posthumous Donations

[SDNess]

Posthumous Donations

Mom’s friend died
from nefarious, scattering
cancers in her breasts

she had been a dancer
and a ballerina
on Broadway

but Mom’s friend died
she is dead, cremated,
her ashes are in an urn

today we picked up
and gathered her clothes
into plastic bags

we pinched them
hesitant and scared
of their touch

they were wet
from the rain
and havens for bugs

these orphaned clothes
reeking of perfume
and negligence

we took them
and drove away
from that eerie porch

the Cancer Society
took these clothes
as a donation

perhaps in Death
we discovered
something good

 

[dwndrgn]

sad but good at the same time. Nice.

 

[SDNess]

Thanks.