Epitaphs

Snippets

snappets

epitaphs

are what we are left with

when you left this world

what will carry on

beyond your body

feeding the worms

beneath the soil each day-

 

may you grow into a weeping willow

cry around the children

that prance below your branches

on their way home from school-

 

may you fly into the sky

through acid rain

turn into purple drops that

bless my windowpane each morn-

 

may you feed the daffodils

that dance in the wind in

Memorial Gardens

where we left you last-

 

may you play in the air

amidst my hair

giving me once again that loving touch

that I long to feel again-

 

Will you cry when we go

or leap at the sorrow

that brings us to you once more?