CREMATION

By Grace Bizzarro

I couldn’t bare to place you in the cold ground.

To leave you in that silent lonely park.

I wanted you to be here close beside me.

For a while, till spring brought the lark.

I’ll scatter your ashes at the ocean.

In the sea where you wanted to be.

The breeze traveling east from the shore-line

leaves a kiss on my cheek from thee.

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