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Widow's Weeds
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
She packed away her widow's weeds
then donned a frock of subtle grey;
thus her mourning ends today.
The yellow seemed far too bright,
and scarlet ribbons not quite right,
the royal blue a tad too tight.
The grey reminds her of the night
when silently–he slipped away.
for Richard Sylbert
in my heart forever
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