photo at Sunset Hills mortuary borrowed from daughter Cori. |
it’s a white morning in nearly Spring
the trees are black more than they’re green
in contrast set against the sky
as snow is falling
fast
we pause as birds ready to fly
we’ve left you in the hands of God
and grief-trained hosts at the mortuary
my dove heart beating
fast
biting my tears I turn to see
him gazing at the scenery
pain and joy both cross his face
“She would have loved this,” he says,
“the snow,
the contrast”
He smiles.
***********
ANOTHER MORNING POEM.
and I wake
“I was running a race in my dream,” I said.
“No wonder I’m always still tired in the morning.”
2 comments:
So stunningly achingly beautiful... "he smiles" lingers...
Btw ... A truly greatvLewis quote! How true !
Thank you so much, Pearl. :-)
And that Lewis quote has become my go-to as life keeps throwing things at me!
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