Tall in tall
mirror
white and candle
slim with pale feet
(my dress whispering
remember this):
 
My mother kneels
with pins in her mouth,
folding organdy.
 
My father drops his
change in the dish,
sees me there
all white and sudden
and casts down
his eyes.
 
Room after lit room
I will walk lovely after this,
and think   Here is a mansion
of unending rooms.
 
Today (I am still
pale and tall)
my husband drops his
watch in the dish;
in the mirror
he sees me.
 
The lighted rooms end.
The doors click softly closed.
 
Here is the last room,
this one.