In memory of Fran Kelly,
my sister-in-law,
heart of my brother.

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White fiery blooms
of chrysanthemum
aspired to become
your bed of peace.

Bled far from sun,
light of life rains,
sad song’s refrain,
became caprice.

From white-fire heart
red mum departs,
abstracted art,
on wings of fleece.

Sun-silver bled
your colored threads,
soul-spirit fled
piece after piece.

Erin Moen
11/14/03
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