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Memories and Past Lives

Last night my sister died One week before the Winter Solstice. My father was worried about her jewelry. He, one of my other sisters and me, went to the hospital because he wanted the three rings frozen on her fingers. The rings like the circle of life may have powers to bring her back. They were taken from another dead women her mother who died more than one year. My father would not leave the emergency room until he got those rings. The woman helping him was too nervous to enter the morgue. But like Nephthys she went in the underworld Cold dark place where my sister's body lay in state. My father blamed himself for not taking the rings off when she died. But when he like Osiris was given two rings by a women. He was the ringmaster of a three ring circus. He came to life, he was clowning, telling jokes. Maybe the rings have the power to bring back life. At her funeral there she lay in state, no rings, no life, cold and still dead. My father was wearing ten rings, crying maybe cause he lost his powers. Like Cronus his eldest son was a no show. One drunkard said my father's daughter died in his arms, Or maybe the rings have lost their power to bring back the beloved dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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