A Hundred and One Degrees

It was a hundred and one degrees
The day we buried my mother.
I wore a black dress,
Not the festive pink one
Picked out by my mother-in-law.

This poem, like most others of mine, is free verse. There is an excellent commentary on the form at One Stop Poetry.

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