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  • The watering can was in
    the trunk. We got into her car
    and she drove
    At the Catholic cemetary
    she wiped the headstone over
    her parents' graves
    we watered the red
    geraniums she had planted
    and said
    a prayer.
    we made
    the sign of the cross.

    We carry out this
    ritual of respect
    eleven times

    making our way
    through the hallowed
    with some
    to the final resting places
    of the members of the family
    who have passed on
    one is not, a woman
    she looks up to
    as a revered aunt

    and one had insisted on
    being buried in the
    public cemetary because
    it was sunnier

    we make one last
    stop there

    Photo : Red Geranium Blossom by Andrew Schmidt
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