We stand, two women
in the locker room
after a swim.

Flo tells me
her mother died.
'There's been so much,
planning,
and sorting of things.
I haven't had time to mourn.'

I listen.
Flo speaks.
'I say Kaddish at the temple.
That's my time.'

We compare traditions,
Jewish and Christian.
One of each,
a motherless Christian,
a motherless Jew.
Wisps of grace
spun across the blue tiled floor.