Here are a few lines from “infant casket” where I try to convey feelings as my husband and I rode through the cemetery gates for our infant daughter’s graveside service:
two men carry a princess through the crowd
she wears her only pink dress
my groundskeeper carries a ladder
I gaze over my manicured hedge
covet
a wild rose that doesn’t belong to me
© 11 November 2018
Cindy B. Stevens
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