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Embers Embraced.

Updated on April 15, 2017

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



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.

©-Matthew F. Blowers III


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