a solemn moment

 

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

it’s 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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saiom's picture

very moving

 


a snapshot of a moment in time..

but the grief will last

for a long time


a very moving poem



 

 

Spinoza's picture

it requires the balm of time

 

The grief will certainly last. That kind of healing, requires the balm of time.