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After
After the simple, inspirational service, Held at B'nai Amoona Cemetery . . . After four of us five children Had shared our personal reflections about our mother . . . After the rabbi had recited the Twenty-third Psalm, Intoned the Mourners' Kaddish, After the somber strains of Kol Nidre had been played . . . After the softest raindrops had kissed the tent top — God's fingertips disclosing His presence . . . After we'd anointed her, with virgin earth . . . After everyone had left, as silently as they'd arrived . . . Even after the closing-over of her being, We couldn't believe we'd witnessed her leaving, Couldn't accept that after all the afters had happened, There wasn't still one more after, To deliver, to us, a reprieve from her decease, That we might have her back, After the aftermath of afterlife subsides.
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