The Bustle in a House

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.

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