Beverly’s Wake

Diana Lundell

My double-cousin once removed

laying in her casket

looks just like her mother.

She’d lost so much weight

you wouldn’t recognize her as herself.

The world had turned over.

She’d become her mother,

my great-aunt Hazel,

a face so long ago well used.

No one had seen hide or hair

of Hazel in decades

then all of the sudden

she surfaces in a white dress

masquerading as her daughter,

saying I was always here

you just weren’t seeing right.

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