PRESENCE
Your ashes are long gone,
Blown by the seasonal winds,
Filtered into the earth, feeding flowers –
Clusters of purple crocuses and bright daffodils.
Yet still you linger here
Peaceful beneath the tree, among its roots,
So when I place my plant –
A begonia, bright red, your favourite colour –
I feel you with me, your gentle kindness,
Your reliability, and am comforted.
Written
after a visit to Canley crematorium in April 2011
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