Stone

Walking behind was death’s shadow, a hit with no run, a knock on a head,a shadow that had no original being.A hospital monitor is now television to brain ticking in tubes to her body.

She who had mothered our new year was a friend amidst exquisite stones and she is now a stone behind bone froze in time like the stone maidens that danced for ever on temple walls.

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