Sunday, June 24, 2012

The passing

my mother’s slippers
watch over her passing
in the way of old friends

her glasses, lonely
for the smile in her eyes
gaze from empty windows

behind the door
her pinny, missing her warmth
hugs her empty shape

until, after the wake
the final separation of
what is, from what was

the ritual burning
consumes shared lives
as a chapter closes

~ Merlene Fawdry


Anonymous said...

Poignant and beautiful. A wonderful tribute.

David Salt said...

There is both peace and wistfulness in this piece that I found compelling. Also, a sense of closure in the end. Fantastic writing.

Merlene Fawdry said...

Thank you both - feedback is always a gift.