First Draft of an Elegy

[uptheapples]

Maurine

They tucked her memory between
my names, a stone I was expected
to carry forward, to keep safe
-gleaming.  They gave me her
provenance to maintain.

“Diamonds are strong,”
Mom writes in sloping cursive.
“Wear it and remember.”
 In my head she is soft and square-jawed,
dressed in an ill-fitting grandma suit. 
She is sick and smiling.
Dad shows me a

Comments

[backtograce]

I really liked this. Sadly, I have no concrit to suggest.