What if I don’t meet my mother in heaven?

Digging my fingernails
into the moist dirt,
I find old things rotting
deep in the ground,
things I forgot
that I planted.
I root them out furiously
until my knuckles bleed
and mourn the empty holes
they leave behind.

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