The morning we laid Nanny to rest,
snowflakes settled around us
like the ashen fallout
of Feast day fireworks.
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Their only purpose, our need
of a white covering,
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a shroud over the casket,
footsteps on blanketed ground
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This day, a cross of ashes on my forehead.
In memory of our grandmother Carma Rinaldi, 6/18/1910-2/11/2010