Once she took her last breath…

Dust, mess, un maid beds

Her worries for her children

The dirty oven…

We all went on

We were stuck in place for a while

Expecting to see her appear

The minute we cleaned out

Closets

Gave away her clothes

And we did it on tippy toes

Worrying about her anger

Of us touching her stuff…

But none of it mattered

Life went on…

I realize how much

The stuff I have is just stuff

My soul is my treasure

As was hers…