Published:  October 14th, 2010 16:17 EST
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Dust, Just Dust
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Dust Dust Just dust Coating the shelves of the bookcase Wrapping all of the whatnots In a thin silver blanket Every once in a while We stir it Move it place to place In an never ending battle To achieve a state We merely refer to as Clean Still From places unknown In a manner we have yet to figure out It returns Dust just dust I sat at the small kitchen table Watched as they slowly gathered her things Items gathered over a life time Gently they wiped each one Wrapped each carefully And placed them in a box Boxes upon boxes they packed Each bore a label That described its contents And its destination Later we stood at her graveside Said our last Goodbyes " And the minister uttered those famous last words Ashes to ashes, dust to dust " I look upon the house so differently now As I go from room to room I stop at each bookcase Study each shelf and whatnot Just to see the dust Dust But now simply not just dust For in a small way It also could be Part of her. Ed Roberts 10/9/10
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