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The lady in the cupboard,
I sat at her wake.
We saw people crying,
you asked me
why was she in there?

What I saw and heard was
Ring of Fire
Ring of Fire.

Unending flame.

There was a hand
with a full Ring of Fire in its center.

I had ideas
of what it was,
ideas
and misconceptions.

We bought our white dresses
the day we saw her at the Fiesta.
Juana with her big smile and saving hand
the day before her passing.

We interacted with she and her man,
the one who came and took her life as well as his own.

We wore these white dresses
again
the day of your Father's departure.

It was
The Ring of Fire,
the one
you and I
were about to come
into.