Intricately I weave
the name onto cloth.
Emblazed for the world
to see
My mother, father,
sister, brother child or grandchild
Was here, alive and
kicking.
A photo enlarged and
glossed,
One of my favourites,
the one from the mantelpiece,
Is carefully placed in
the centre,
Meticulously equidistant
from the edges.
I stitch long holes
along each side
So poles can be
inserted,
To hold your defiance
aloft
And proclaim your
glory.
Wait I forgot some
words.
After your closing
date I write:
Rest In Peace.
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