The Funeral

Saskatchewan Landing sunset

Her heart is a sinking sun,

pooling patches of dried blood

on a canvas thickening

with yesterday’s paint. Tucked in

rich velvet and laid to rest

(open to public viewing)

she mourns its passing, pressing

treasured lines of scrawled script to

lips of stone, epitaph carved in

lieu of flowers. Rays of light,

the glory days of holding

and being held, protrude from

memories slashed through the frayed

places where sky meets casket’s

edge. The sun will rise again

but not today, not until

a thousand tomorrows have

burned to ashes, cremation’s

signature on cloud-sealed urn.


A Death Is Announced

White Peony

We are gathered here today

to remember Spring –

not as she was in her final days, but in her prime;

robust.  Green.  Alive.

As you all know,

she hasn’t been herself for quite some time now.

May the memories we have

of better, happier,

warmer days with her

be our joy and consolation.

She will live on in our hearts,

and in our vacations

taken in far away, sunnier places.

Please console each other as best you can,

for our grief over her passing so soon

is a difficult burden to bear.

Good-bye, Spring, good-bye.

Memorial donations may be made

out to Melody Lowes,

her long-time friend.

Melody plans to build an arboretum in Spring’s honour

in which to grow

the lettuce and spinach she craves this time of year.

Thank you all for coming,

and sharing in our moment of grief…