Inevitable Replacement

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Sunflowers waving goodbye to me
Vanishing before I could arrange a funeral
At the big old farmhouse

In the background, my mother is dancing.
There are roses blooming on her cheeks,
a smile sprouting on her lips,
and blue jays in her eyes.
She is precious, a porcelain doll
like the one I had when I was nine

Then, the snow chief hollering to me
Telling me to hop on
While snowflakes ignite fire in my face
Spinning in circles
Around the big old farmhouse

Eventually, we will migrate to a new home.
Newcomers will arrive someday,
stake their claim to this property and sign the final papers.
Making themselves comfortable, they’ll put in new furniture, new decorations, new lives
Shamefully, they will not see
the sun in the grass, the china doll, or the bright red sled
at the big old farmhouse.