Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Crossing the Piney

I crossed the River Styx today,
Its current hard and swift.
In swallows' dip and swoop,
In vultures' circle dance,
I let her go at last.

Sparkle sun and light-blast lustre
below the limestone bluff;
All green and smooth
the water there,
While down below
In rippling current's flow
The petals loosed, the ashes too,
I gave her back at last.

On memory's tide
In fading golden hues
I crossed the River back again.
The water cold
Its promise sure
To take her home at last.

--for my mother (above)
1934-2002




2 comments:

Felicity said...

So moving! You should be in the LH poetry book, not me! How heart tugging to really let her go.

PaulD said...

Picture and poem together,
what a beautiful tribute.
Without doubt, your mother
would be proud, pleased and
satisfied. Now, she'll rest
easy; you'll live easily.