in and out the peonies...
Mum stands by
to scoop up the petals


her first day--
I cling to Mum's hand
as we enter the hospice


a white butterfly skims
the living room window
     over and    over


lunch with my sister
en route to registering Mum's death
tough pancakes


how like a wedding
this bright July day...
reuniting you with Dad


under a cloud--
 unable to tell
sun from moon


apples and mulberries
wrapped in Mum's pastry
trees bathed in mist