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.
Susan Sonnen 
you catch a very solemn scene simply but more…i gave my MILs funeral, it was drizzling just a bit but no one noticed…
a history of a relationship spun out of one snapshot
A whole family history told in only four lines!!
Wonderful
David
Compressed emotion at its best. Very tight, and evocative. Excellent. Gay
Thank you all very much. 🙂 I was hoping to convey much within that tiny scene…I’m so glad that you noticed.
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