Embers Embraced.

Embers Embrace!\

Embers embrace
what I once held dear,
crematory is the story now,
as my mother

slips into the maw,
and flames reduce
my fondest soul to ashes.


I stand guard

over the process
as she is

processed into
nevermore,
remembering

the frigid state
of death upon

her well-worn face,
and how much she
loved to just be warm.


Soon the oven

swallows
what I cannot
and I spend

several hours
awaiting her

deliverance from flesh
that for sixty years
bore her pains
and her joys.


Later I pickup my mother
one final time.
A small black box
is all that cremains.
Still warm I embrace it,
with all I remember
reduced to embers
soon grown cold.

©-MFB III

 

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