Cremated (In Memory of Dad)
I hold him on my lap
Just ashes
A reality that he was gone from here.
He has now returned to where he came
The Earth.
This reality is one I knew would come soon one day
But,
I wish that it had not come so soon.
I am
Crying,
Hurting,
Agonizing inside.
I cannot
Breathe!
The pain of his loss is heavy
And,
I seem to find only solace in anxiety.
Written By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
July5,2011
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