“once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins pony tail fasteners, stashes of powders, colonies of tiny lipsticks (p.39)” DeathMotherPoetryCancerMemoirPoetry QuotesDeath And DyingDeath Of A Loved OneMother And DaughterVerseMother And ChildMother And SonDeath And SicknessColon CancerDeath At Home Book:The Still Position: A Verse Memoir of My Mother's Death Source: The Still Position: A Verse Memoir of My Mother's Death