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A Poem by Emma Lee-Riviera
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Some thoughts from a rather depressing day at work. RIP, Myla. I miss you.

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COME IN EARLY, she begs, I NEED YOUR HELP
I agree, phone sandwiched as friends look on in chagrin
as her next few words whirl tornado-fast
...NEW GIRLS...
...FLORAL IS BUSY...
...FUNERAL HOME...
I agree again, already far away from the body I'm sitting in
The sweet smell of flowers perfumes the van as I fight traffic
a memory of stained glass and formaldehyde imprinted on my heart
I cover your memory with a lace handkerchief; cold rain wets my cheeks
as I pass arrangements to funeral directors with reproachful eyes and downturned lips
TOO LATE, they grumble
what's new, I think
The little church in the little town smells like dust and sleepiness
lilies and baby's breath tickle my nose as a handful of people chatter near the door
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT AT ONE O' CLOCK, she told me when I left, wringing her tiny hands
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. GO SEE IF ANYONE'S STILL THERE?
the handful of humans around me unravel as I walk to the altar
setting the flowers near the space the dead had once occupied
I turn on my heel and hurry back into the drizzle
 The headstone is cold under my hand.
It is not yours, but it is new. Like yours.
I lay the flowers beneath the laser-etched image of his laughing face.
The dirt is freshly turned. Like yours.
PROUD FATHER, the stone announces.
36, it wails.
2016, it screeches.
Too young, I think, as my hands set cheerful pots on either side of his stone.
Just like you.
I pat his headstone and whisper a reassurance of his worth. But I am thinking of you.
If I cry, there is no witness besides the quiet country cemetery and the steering wheel,
and the evidence is washed off with the rain.

© 2017 Emma Lee-Riviera


Author's Note

Emma Lee-Riviera
The image does not belong to me. It is taken from this site: http://www.allshapesbonsai.com/blog/plant-profiles/japanese-maple

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The ocean is deep and wide but the tears of life add to it, sustaining it, making it what it is. Thinking of you, my friend.

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Added on May 30, 2017
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Tags: death, funeral, sadness, questionable emotional processin, grief

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