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Left Behind
by Gail Goepfert
All that is left
a stump
where once my ash tree stood
just beyond my window
Gone
its shade
a verdant secret maze
Gone
its fire
autumn-lit from within
Gone
its stature
standing against the callousness of winter
Cut down in its prime
limbs and leaves
scissored away
a stump
all that is left
Grief for a tree gone
stirs grief
for a mother
buried--body without soul
Gone
the shade that greened my spirit
Gone
the fire that warmed her space
Gone
the stature
mighty as the ash
Grief still sits
where she once perched
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