Dolores Umbridge is running the bird site
Someday I will be a memory she said
I heard, and when I looked at her face
I saw that her lips had not moved
and today which is always the first warm day of spring
where all the trees are suddenly startlingly green
I remembered that my mom has been dead for many years
and though she is dead, I am a memory of hers.
If I had a pen
what poems I could have written.
As they cleared away the memory of love and hope
—Tom C. Joyce. In memoriam.