poem: but her memory lingers

she surrendered to insanity if
was real
she didn’t want to witness

when mind is martyred
the devil may dance
but it is his last one

functional insane
may still be productive
St. Stephen knows
she produced
four gentle loving children
grand and great grand
a myriad of clients
she combed out worries
as she untangled their hair

we would miss her more
if we had loved her less
never having met
her spirit heart