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They Said She Had a Candle in One Hand; and Strange Pocket Books Scattered thru the House

They Said She Had a Candle in One Hand; and Strange Pocket Books Scattered thru the House They Said She had a Candle in One Hand helium balloons in the other, lavenders and chartreuse, lemons, mint colors, cherries. The smallest girls in white pleats. No blacks, no navies for this memorial, she said it was like going thru the house months later, choices of what to keep, what to let go. Some tears she said, yes, but the colors in the sky, those circles floating free as birds you buy for a quarter in India, just to free Copyright © 2001 by Strange Pocket Books Scattered thru the House my mother's special one, always full of bank books, now in the closet near my bed. She kept the bags locked in a suitcase, kept her wits, even two weeks from dying so none of this was left in the room my sister kicked us both out of. Kleenex still in a ball in the bag, lipstick in one of many compartments. The first time I saw it on her bed with her not in the house it was like an arrow, a warning. Now it's in a separate closet, not where I sleep, as if I would dream her into the room, lugging the glasses http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies University of Nebraska Press

They Said She Had a Candle in One Hand; and Strange Pocket Books Scattered thru the House

Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies , Volume 22 (1) – Jan 4, 2001

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They Said She had a Candle in One Hand helium balloons in the other, lavenders and chartreuse, lemons, mint colors, cherries. The smallest girls in white pleats. No blacks, no navies for this memorial, she said it was like going thru the house months later, choices of what to keep, what to let go. Some tears she said, yes, but the colors in the sky, those circles floating free as birds you buy for a quarter in India, just to free Copyright © 2001 by Strange Pocket Books Scattered thru the House my mother's special one, always full of bank books, now in the closet near my bed. She kept the bags locked in a suitcase, kept her wits, even two weeks from dying so none of this was left in the room my sister kicked us both out of. Kleenex still in a ball in the bag, lipstick in one of many compartments. The first time I saw it on her bed with her not in the house it was like an arrow, a warning. Now it's in a separate closet, not where I sleep, as if I would dream her into the room, lugging the glasses

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Frontiers: A Journal of Women StudiesUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: Jan 4, 2001

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