Melissa Gill
A body lies where
My Mother once lived
Her vessel is an ice box
In my dreams, she calls me
Her rosy perfume clings to me,
she wraps me in her soft arms
She says I am a gift from God
I
sink
into her warm bosom.
Beyond the bridge,
After life and death
She frolics through evergreens
Without human sickness
Pulling her
down.
Returning to her ancestors,
Ashes scattered in the wind
Nature breathes her in.
Dear Mother, roam free.
My love follows you
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Melissa Gill studies journalism at UNLV. Crafting poetry and stories is her favorite kind of magic. Some of her literary heroes are Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, and J.R.R. Tolkien.