Woman in a Green Room, by Robert Berény, 1927

The Necklace
by Gay Williford

It is just after the wake.
Sitting in a funeral home room
with dark upholstered chairs,
which lend a somber ambiance
to the purpose of this home–
is a young woman in black,
legs crossed, head down,
hair draping over her face.
She fingers a white-beaded necklace.
“Oh, Mom,” she murmurs …
“I never expected you to die so soon–
so much unsaid, so much not done.
Your beautiful necklace will ever be
my special reminder to live more fully in the
present, and value each precious moment.”


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