Mother’s Day

Today I put my mother

In a hole in the ground.

There wasn’t much of her;

But there hadn’t been much of her for some time.

There was red Devon soil, rich and fertile;

But they say we can’t plant anything in it.

I poured her carefully into the hole,

Frightened she might blow away;

But she had already gone.

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