Our mother’s soundly sleeping body is waiting by father’s forever flower
Placed upon the soil right by her grave – both aforementioned sentimental embodiments – one more so than an other – tear-inducing of their own
The earth is open-ended and perched to swallow a most beautiful woman into its crumbled soil
This perfectly varnished six-foot box a little Larger than expected, perhaps
No need for any such room for improvement, she was, always will remain quite memorably for so very many stand-apart spectacular