Dorothy Hughes Fulford (1919 - 2010)


i imagine her:

from baby to girl
to teen
to woman
to mother
to middle age
to older
to elderly
to now in the
hospital bed
mouth in a holy o
of accepting the end
being the end of
all that we know
that is a guess
is of what we
don’t know

she has all her faces
in her death face
from young to old
all beautiful
the most beautiful being
the beatific expression
of acceptance
the skin lying down
on the skull like a
smooth silk finish
the lines of age
throwing thoughts
of existence
to her family
as they
visit and wonder
love and consider
mourn and toast
have visions of the
could be’s and of
all the deaths that
have ever
to me



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