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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 18, 2022 22:56:14 GMT -6
Sister Rose
Grandma’s embalmed remains with eyes closed I look to living sister for comfort I call her name and she lunges Embracing me with strength I absorb Holds me in hug of love For minutes bordering on eternity Casket adorned with flowers Bears sacred bones and flesh A memory of grandma’s life Litany of eastern star burial words Christening her into heaven
Sister Rose sits silently With religious reverence Lifts my right hand Places it into her skirted lap Holds it there betwixt her’s comforting me Enfolds my aging wisteria fingers In her rose petal caress A touch softer than raindrops Afloat in her warm sea of consolation Sustained till last rites end When we disperse from hallowed ground Our flock bereft of shepherdess Rose drifts away on spring breezes Into distant meadows under a different sun
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 19, 2022 15:17:11 GMT -6
That's beautiful, John, and it inspired a tag.
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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 19, 2022 19:00:34 GMT -6
Truly a breathtaking tag of wistful beauty. Yes, grandma's funeral was the last time I saw Rose in person. I recall after my grandpa passed and after Katrina, grandma took in Rose and her family whose home had been flooded. Rose's husband had dreams of living in Natchez where Rose's stepdaughter would go to Catholic school. But those dreams never materialized. Rose and I were tight. I remember at grandma's wake I approached Rose and she lunged embracing me in a bear hug. But now Rose and I are FB friends but astonishingly never exchange posts. Every year I post a happy birthday but she never has responded.
XoXoXo John
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