Still

So poignant
a disclosure
in a cobalt blue dress
I don't think
she even knew she owned.

A hellraiser
ballbreaker
troublemaker
giver, taker
lover, liver
liver-abuser
bicycle-user
admired amuser.

Mother, matron,
miracle muse,
riding the spin,
spinning the rush
of the whirlpool she made
so easily, so elegant
an elephant in female form
merrily stumbling
through the china store
we carefully built
repaired, refreshed, reassembled
with labour of love all around her.

Now reduced into this,
a bundle of Neat
disclosure, disrobed
of all she were
and would had been.

Because that is Proper behaviour
accepted by the magic Common Peer.

When it's time for Disclosure
you are Proper, straightened,
still.

But somehow I know,
she would spin in her grave
had she seen this charade,
and had one to spin in, yet.