She wants to know where she will live now,
I remind her she is dead.
She talks about the sailing ship
she is supposed to board
I tell her she is meant to go
I remind her she is dead.
Tonight I must grasp her hand
and hold her in my gaze
and ask her to speak plainly
so that we both may rest.
(c)2011 Noreen Braman
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