she has always smelled
like blueberry crunch muffins
and stiff black coffee
her morning ritual
of many years
the few moments in a day
that she relaxed
before taking on the world
cleaning and carrying
everyone’s burden
on her fragile shoulders
but not today
today is gloomy
there is no coffee brewing
no muffins in the oven
for there no longer is her
the matriarch
that sculpted us
like a mosaic table
jagged edges brought together
and smoothed by her love
to make beauty and art
today we bury her
and pick up our own troubles
on the shoulders they should’ve
rested all this time
I pray she can finally find peace
And that we can keep it
Together without her.
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