Short Fiction Sunday

Two things have shaped the post today.  One–the continued state of destruction and devestation in Haiti.  Two–my DH’s best friend since diaperhood.  BF’s mother is in her last weeks after battling cancer.  My heart goes out to all those who are suffering at this time and I hope this poem can bring a little peace to those who are left behind.


Ashes to ashes

dust to dust

My soul soars to the waiting heavens

   Mother Earth embraces my body

     In the everlasting circle of life


Show no sorrow for me when I’m gone

  Rather, lift thine eyes to the rose-tinted dawn

And know that I am there



Patiently, lovingly

For you


Breathe the succulent scent

Of every spring bloom

And know that I am there

            Each blossom a reminder of my serenity and peace

          Hear my voice in the songbird’s melodies

       Quench your thirst on the falling rain

      And know that I am there


Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Life to life

And love everlasting


9 responses to “Short Fiction Sunday

  1. Lovely, Cat. It’s such a difficult time for the people of Haiti. It’s so incredibly sad.

    Our loved ones never truly leave us. A part of them always live on within us.

  2. It Is a lovely poem!

  3. Beautiful imagery in this Cat. Thanks. 🙂

  4. Breathtaking. It brought tears to my eyes.

    • Thank you, TK.

      I wrote this when DH’s grandfather passed away and used it a year later when my granny died. Someone was kind enough to print it in caligraphy and frame it in a gold 11×14 frame for me. This was set up at my granny’s service and now hangs on my bedroom wall.

      It’s a nice reminder that our loved ones are never gone if we choose to look at the beauty in our daily lives.

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