Death is in this room
The candle is flickering
The air cool
It is quiet
Death is in this room
A sunflower turns its face
The cat looks expectantly
A frog sings from the log pile
Death is in this room
Memories arise
Some laughter
and tears
Death is in this room
A hug, a few words
A touch, a primal sob
Mostly it is silent
Death is in this room
Not fear
Not emptiness
Not nothing
Death is in this room
You are not
You are heading home
We are not
Written for Arnold Grimm on his passing, September 10, 2019
A poignant pause in the day.
ReplyDeleteI love your creative writing, Mary-Anne.
Sorry for the occasion.
So very sad. So young. I like the photo montage put together for his notice. https://memorials.squamishfuneralchapel.com/arnold-grimm/3965990/
ReplyDeleteEven though I wish you'd added one word with three letters at the end: "yet," this is beautiful. My condolences and love wing their way to you.
ReplyDeleteThe fifth stanza. That struck me as so true and profound. Thank you for sharing your writing here, Mary-Anne. And thank you for sharing your heart.
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