Ashes in the ground.
Only one person cried.
Then the small family group
Returned to their lives.
Mom was not resurrected
Morning passed into noon,
Lunch, conversation.
Pleasantries replaced sober reflections.
If there are no typical families
This group raises no objection.
It is devoted to the American dream,
With all it's warts.
No apparent serial killers,
Only one absolute failure.
Several potentially good guys
Who might turn the wheel.
It's the children who give hope.
Innocence is enchanting,
And watching the youngsters play
Would have pleased my pre-ashes Mom.
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