05 May 2015

missing her this mother's day but always my mother's son.

Your Clothes

Of course they are empty shells, without hope of animation.
Of course they are artifacts.

Even if my sister and I should wear some,
or if we give others away,

they will always be your clothes without you,
as we will always be your daughters without you.

by Judith Kroll
Source: Poetry (March 2000).

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