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Before he died,
David told Martin, the hardest part,
is having nothing left to dream.
QVC holds mother's interest
but her phone sits idle.
She watches familiar faces
hawk their wares.
She comments
on Joan River's tight skin
and her miracle cream products.
I smirk and stifle a quip about plastic surgery.
In mother's room,
stands a new pedestal jewelry box.
She sighs, and explains,
she'd always wanted one,
and would now,
never use it.
With a new course of action determined,
I set about
gathering tiny velvet boxes
and stacking them around her.
She opens each, like it contains a new day
presented to her personally, by God.
We spend the remainder of the afternoon
knuckle deep in zirconia,
sterling bracelets and ceramic pendants.
We ooh and ahh
and carefully place each piece
in its proper new home.
Mary
7-22-03
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