mom called me this morning1
Granma' died, 10 to 6 at 922
smaller than a child, she cried3
a week earlier she'd said4
'dress me in my best dress5
lay me ready for my trip6
put my ashes in the same urn7
after I burn, no funeral for me8
my husband, I go to see'9
I recalled seven years before10
when Granpa' was in the back ward11
his memories unravelling with pain12
he told of the long day 'n night13
he crossed the White Horse plain14
through bush n' snow to see her again --15
in the embrace of this now empty space16
their words of tender sweetness17
whisper silently of undying love
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very sad, yet heartfelt in your words. Good flow and pace.
I'm so sorry for your loss. This was a beautiful write.
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