I felt such freedom, when they had departed.
But once I’d seen them off and turned to leave,
I wondered was I really broken-hearted
enough. Would they be hurt by my relief?
And yet their ashes, drifting with the currents
where they were scattered, along a favorite beach—
their ashes didn’t know they were my parents,
and they were traveling far beyond my reach.
Oh! So poignant and beautiful. It makes my heart ache.
Wow. Made me stop.