Let me join in the praise of this wonderful and moving poem, Rhina.

Looking at the line-up, I'll be sorry to miss Newburyport. Maybe next time.

RobW

The elegantly simple and cutting trimeter (one can hear those shears), the plainspoken language (especially those last two devastating lines), and the rhymes that weave in and out of the three stanzas like those rampant creepers and tendrils, all come together in this gorgeous remembrance. Jennifer is right. The poem is sublime.