The Day After Her Funeral

We emptied her room today. Faded photos of a mother, holding children whose faces, we can barely recall. We emptied her closet today. Clothes from summers and winters, too long ago to remember, now just charity donations. We emptied her life today. Forgotten fragments, tucked neatly into drawers, given to her by… who knows. We cried for her today. Heads on shoulders, arms holding each other, afraid we won’t remember. We promised to save her love today. Tucked it deep into our hearts, where the tears could not find it, to wash it away. We said goodbye to her today.