In Memory
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I seem to have this strange obsession with
Fire
It burns
It melts things
It destroys
It creates
It is
The Epitome of
My mother
My mother smokes newports
Tock
Tock
Wash your hands.
Remember: paper, lines, game.
Paper: history, English
O.
Did I lock my car?
Memorize your lines
Rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal.
Caught off guard;
Shock held silent grip;
A few sniffles emerged;
Red cups in a fence with a bouquet
Spelling the words
RIP Spez.
For the first time
Teachers sobed openly in front
A tiny baby, not a month old
The subject of a story that need be told.
Born in a country far away,
Now in Heaven with God to stay.
Brand new mother & father so proud,
