A daughter tips the ashes of her mother
into a creek
a week
after she has passed away
She is standing barefoot on a stone
all alone
at the edge
as the grey water trickles away
A dying shaft of sunlight
plays
itβs last song
in the treetops
Wearing a white gauze dress
in long shadows
the swirl of water grows dark
as her tears begin to fall
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very moving
a snapshot of a moment in time..
but the grief will last
for a long time
a very moving poem
it requires the balm of time
The grief will certainly last. That kind of healing, requires the balm of time.