Poetry 22 lines

Ofrenda

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I steady the chair.     I'm proud.     Proud you wanted to do this.Up the shelves we ascend.     From earth to purgatory.     To heaven.You lay the photo to rest.     A printout, really.     Ink smears your hand.Now flowers.     Grocery store roses.     They didn't have marigolds.Now libations.     He probably liked Coke.     You like Coke.I cry.     Will you remember this?     Will you tell a therapist one day?I sigh.     Because Ryan's alive and well.     Still posting toy reviews.
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