Liz Annson - Mountain View Cemetery

Each time there is less
Just a little bit less.
The gravestone seems more worn;
And the rain colder.
All I see is the ruins of flowers,
The fresh ones we bring today.
Iris, carnations; I didn't know you well enough
To know which to take.
Then we drive from the place
Where Vancouver Remembers
Back to a bleak house
My home is still with you.
We drive
And the rain washes away more memory.

Liz Annson

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