There are some
who say you were
bat shit crazy, but
I cannot speak
to that.
What I know is
that on a morning
of great sadness,
as I sat on the
warm granite step
watching them
drive away with
my mother's body –
you were there.
You set aside
your duties and
simply sat with
me. Words
failed us.
It was to early
yet to grieve.
This quiet gift
I will never forget,
no matter what
anyone else says.
Standing here now
looking at the
warm granite stone
that marks your grave,
I am still thankful.
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