By Cindy Kelly Benabderrahman
In second grade,
my mother and her best friend
Rebecca took the shortcut
home from grade school,
fashioned a beauty pageant
from ribbons and flowers
they found in the trash out back
of Sweeney-Dodd's funeral home.
"In Memoriam" and "Dear Husband"
sashayed home with lily-scented hair,
their pageant sashes sparkling with glitter.
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