DIRECTIVES
When death closes,
wrap my shoulders
against the stone cold
with a warm woolen
shawl and leave his
given ring wedded to
my finger, diamond
lifeless in a locked box.
I will wait for his light
to open me, dazzling
down the silent dark.
DIRECTIVES
When death closes,
wrap my shoulders
against the stone cold
with a warm woolen
shawl and leave his
given ring wedded to
my finger, diamond
lifeless in a locked box.
I will wait for his light
to open me, dazzling
down the silent dark.
Mary Willette Hughes 