this is a free verse poem written with touches of minimalism, repetitions, that drip like the leaves falling in a cemetery. It is a somber, melancholy poem, a poem really that became a eulogy to my mother, and an expression of the feelings of loss and separation I felt at her funeral. I wanted to have the question at the end. Death is an unanswered question. What is it? What does it lead to? Will we ever see our loved ones again? The hope of Christ, the promise of the resurrection is yes. But it is still hard to deal with here on this world, in our physical lives, separated by this great gulf between people we love. estory

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