Ashes
Ashes
How can you fit into a small wooden box?
How can any container hold your spirit?
You were so much more. . .
than what remains
More than your body has been removed
The tangible ashes that remain contain
No song or sense of humor
No whimsy
No warmth to the touch
No exchange of love that came from your twinkling eyes.
Oh ashes of the one I love,
are there any lingering embers of life left in you?
How I wish my longing for his presence could
cause you to burst into flame
and love to rise from the dust.
AH – Yes! There is a phoenix of love waiting to ignite!
Bittersweet tears of remembrance kindle the undying ember
The warmth and joy of love rise from the ashes
Love that will never die lives on!
Even in separation –
Love lives on
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loved this
Thank you – I have had these thoughts about that box for several years. It was time to put them into a poem.
Wow, an ode to the ashes of a loved one. I love the No…No…No…lines, especially “No whimsy.”
Thank you, Gaby – Yesterday would have been my husbands birthday. This poem needed to be written in remembrance of all those things that are missing – especially the whimsy.