The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth —

The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity —

Emily Dickinson

The broom is still in my closet. I’m not ready just yet.

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Thanks to a couple of special friends who shared this poem with me. It means a lot. :-)