Lady with the Salt and Pepper Hair
What I Will Take Away with Me
Lady, with salt and pepper hair, who rests beneath the lush pink blossoms, lovingly beside consanguinity, on sacred and hallowed ground, we commune to unveil your epitaph.
Past and present fuse, the realization of our loss reveals itself yet again as we congregate around your interment.
Though your body has infused itself in the earth, your soul has risen; it resides bountifully in the universe, among the brightest stars in the constellation, and in the hearts and minds of your loved ones and friends.
You no longer hold court among the living, but you punctuate our lives in the faith and grace you instilled in each one of us. Let it be that light that carries us through the rest of our lives, seeding our offspring and those in our path with this radiance.
Unveilings, homage and acts of redemption for those no longer with us. May the passing of a loved one be a palpable reminder that life is fleeting---time is a commodity, a mistress that cannot be possessed .
I dedicate this to my mother, Jacqueline on her unveiling. May, 2015