Juanita's Ashes
May 3rd 2008 07:05
My wonderfully vivacious Aunt Juanita!
Juanita is home;
again and forever,
her solid form crushed,
to granules incarcerated,
in awful polly foam.
Tentatively,
I picked her up,
heavy stolid solid,
then movement within,
blazoned by,
plastic bright silver,
her name etched,
meticulously mechanically.
Her bone mass slipped,
inside one side,
with a flump;
heart jumped!
For this is she,
this is all,
have I of her,
for me.
My friend,
dearest confidante,
broad shouldered,
grand humoured,
long enduring eared,
to my tepid tempests,
of familial drear.
I have her,
now, with me;
my welling numb nest,
within dispelled,
once her home-spirit welled,
flooding away,
dank hearted dark discord,
leaving me,
a suddenly awakened,
shipwreck survivor,
gripping shore sand,
reassured and relieved,
after an interminable,
terrible sea.
Home,
quietly,
home hereafter,
home now,
warming,
heartening,
for me.
(ode for my dear friend Juanita, whose ashes I collected and returned to my home yesterday)
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