For the Echo, Enduring, Empty Poetry Contest of Constance La France
“In my empty heart – only memories” by poet Today our mother had his bed removed and took posters down – even things he’d drawn depicting stuff of which she’d disapproved. Those posters that revealed his heart – all gone! She took his dresser out, and all his clothes she folded up to donate to Good Will. His nice suits in the closet – even those - as well as knick-knacks on the window sill! I understand the pain she’s going through. What good is there in taking all away? The rest of our family's grieving too. I press to my face a saved shirt of grey. It was his favorite. In his empty room, my tears release. I’m standing in a tomb.
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