Last Good-bye (to Mom)

by Elvira

Her eyes,         faced   us
a single tear    dropping to her chest
each name      said twice
each name      once mundane, now
pregnant with emotion.

Words, 82 years in the making         born
once in sterile room
now, forever branded in two hearts
names             words
the eyes full of terror, because
no breath unlabored —
yet the memory of a week ago,
still encased in platinum.

No terror        of the drop
only     visions of puti
the name / the eyes never forgotten
because of:
I love you

Uncorruptible             that only ignorance
can tear / tear

March, 2012

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