Elegy for Marie

His, mine and ours she described, face set sour

She the shy country girl bursting to flower

Product of failed marriage or death too soon

Snapshot memories from clear afternoon

Mooning the shutter, two sisters, three brothers

Mischievous grinning surrounds

sweet mother

Framed by a door long lost to squared edge 

Remembrance those absent hits like a sledge

I never met you, young sister of mine

Your existence a mere one day of time

They said brain and spine not yet fully sewn

Eyes wide open  for mother’s matrix lone

You softly came and left-empty space felt

Thoughts of fragile life, e’en coldest hearts melt.