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I vowed never to return

not in winter

but Mom made her departure in February leaving us

to book flights from Orlando to Chicago

carry-ons, one each

and an empty bag for grief

to be filled up there

checked on the return


Blizzard warnings

school closings

a rental with Arizona plates

(That’s not snow-worthy rubber!)

we raced ahead, we thought,

of the storm

into its waiting arms

snow pouring off the Lake

I didn’t pack enough

Kleenex to wipe it away


I couldn’t help but wonder

as we slid towards that

18-wheeler that if Mom

only knew

she might have lingered until June

She always was a worrier.

© Jilly’s 2016



A wild soul writing poetry.

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