mother daughter poem

those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
since, if you stood by my side today
beneath my window in a city street
among the mountains i wandered
skies they were ashen and sober
he's gone
she might have known it in the earlier spring
in and of itself
she said
the air is like a butterfly
eighty years have passed, and more
up from the south at break of day