Ash Wednesday

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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