Before his Mother died, she pulled out Three.
She said Here you Go.
She handed them Over.
She said Keep Them
and I will be there Always.
She handed them Over.
She closed her Eyes . . .
He kept them under his Pillow,
he heard her Singing.
He kept them in a Jar,
he saw her Crying.
He kept them in his Pocket,
he felt her trailing Beside him.
Then he went to the Woods.
Then he dug a Hole.
He pulled out Three of his Own.
He mixed them all Together.
He mixed them all Together,
then he covered the Hole.
He covered the Hole.
Then he turned and Left.