this doesn’t mean anything

I hate strange poems
especially those that pretend
they dont mean anything

In summer she made snowpeople
I had to save the cardboard tubes
from toilet rolls  

she saved the cotton wool
from inside the neck
of the aspirin bottles

someone wrote a strange poem
about her    I refused to read it
it didn’t mean anything

after she died   and it took a while
that winter she was cremated
I built a snowperson in the field

spread her ashes around it
waited a month for it to melt
that didn’t mean anything either