Take the "e" out of dead
and it's dad
there upon the shelf.
Or a portion of himself,
carbonized and sealed tight
in a small, decorative urn.
I watched you burn
and to energy return,
and to memory (like ash
all too easily scattered
and lost) turn.
A rite of passage
for each of us.
I moved into a world without you,
you moved from flesh to dust
(and, of course, as noted previously
memory and energy).
A decorative urn.
A tender space in my heart.
A liberated soul
infusing
Eternity.
there are, I suppose,
worse things
to be.
and it's dad
there upon the shelf.
Or a portion of himself,
carbonized and sealed tight
in a small, decorative urn.
I watched you burn
and to energy return,
and to memory (like ash
all too easily scattered
and lost) turn.
A rite of passage
for each of us.
I moved into a world without you,
you moved from flesh to dust
(and, of course, as noted previously
memory and energy).
A decorative urn.
A tender space in my heart.
A liberated soul
infusing
Eternity.
there are, I suppose,
worse things
to be.
- for my father, Kenneth Cody (1947-2004) -
1 comment:
Thanks, Mr. Cynical, on behalf of my dad and myself.
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