Modern Memorials

Death has this significant thing.

The hurried eye has looked by,

A perished creature....

Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships

In makeup, satin, cedar and wool,

With industrious fingers and hands until

The thimble weighed too heavy

The stitches stopped themselves 

And then it was put among the dust

Upon closet shelves..now when I write

For interrupting with tears

Obliterate the etchings and doodles

Too costly for repairs