Parting

I combed her hair,
each strand lovingly placed
again and again,not quite the hundred
strokes I was told
as a child.
Washed her and changed
her sheets
Massaged her body
with lotion sweet
caressing each limb.
Gave her a manicure
and pedicare
in a color she particularly liked.
Spread her fingers out
not in the clench they’d been in
for days and days.
Shut her mouth.
Sprinkled kisses
many times upon her brow.
Then opened the door
and let the funeral home man in.

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