“Daddy, What’s cremation?” He said to me, misty eyed.
How am I supposed to reply? With a riddle? A white lie?
Truth’s hourglass falls a heavy grain.
I close my eyes and ponder loss.
Crafting what tomorrow’s grief deserves today.
“In the morning, we’ll mourn our dead,
because the seasons have had their say.
What made her will be as gone as God,
so we’ll set what’s left ablaze.”
Gather the dust in a handheld grave,
like huckle bearers in a procession.
Ever fading from your mind as your tears dry.
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