To weep for the dead
overwrought Grecian mother
weathering the storm
each day, enough said
each day, nothing gets better
pull your hair, cover
for when the bees swarm
ordinary thoughts arise
replace her sweater
the daughter who died
heavy to watch your burden
each day honey cried
death shares no pardon
each day, afresh you despise
as April showers
deal lily flowers
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