Friday, January 16, 2015

She Wore Red (a poem)


She never wore red, although
it was her favorite color. But
when she died, her coffin was
draped with red roses, soft
as velvet.  And so in the end,
dressed in a soft pink
housecoat, she wore red
and I stood over her casket
in black with a red leather purse
tucked under one arm.  

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