My memory of my mother’s death can’t be a memory but is an…

My memory of my mother’s death can’t be a memory but is an imagination, each time the wind blows, leaves unfurl a little differently.

Victoria Chang

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What turned up: OBIT [Memory] (2017); Full authorized poem read on Academy of American Poets, credited to New England Review with the poet’s permission. Complete closing sentence; preserves the first-person qualification about imagining her mother’s death. Reserve allowance across the OBIT collection. 24-word excer
Work: OBIT [Memory] (2017)
Sources checked: poets.orgChecked using manual, 20 October 2026OBIT [Memory] (2017); Full authorized poem read on Academy of American Poets, credited to New England Review with the poet’s permission. Complete closing sentence; preserves the first-person qualification about imagining her mother’s death. Reserve allowance across the OBIT collection. 24-word excer

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