the day after
mother’s death
I find myself cringe
at any noise similar
to a painful moan
a sigh, a laugh,
a seagull’s cry-
all strike a chord
deep within
my tangled heartstrings twang
out of tune and longing
for the perfect pitch
of the past
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I remember my mother’s death – it was a strange time, afterwards. The poem captures the feeling well!