that feeling
does not dissipate
when ashes scatter
it stays
to hold us
after arms are gone
it is the words
she cannot say
fluttering
beneath her sternum
that voice caged
stretching
in her chest
for three years
sighs
as she releases
finally
this longing
to salt the wind
& sink deep into soil
where it belongs
Susan Daniels Poetry 
weep not. Just remember and be her voice to release those words that flutter beneath her sternum as you release the ashes and watch them float away!
Ah–the poor woman did enough weeping for both of us today. Healing hurts sometimes, those brutal final steps…and, thank you.
this is beautiful.
Peace Susan
Thanks, Audra 🙂
Peace Susan…
Thank you, Boomie.
This captures the feeling of sorrow so beautifully and musically. I could feel it welling up in my chest again.
Thank you, Jeremy. Wow–pleased it worked so well.
very touching susan:)
*hugs* Love ‘after the arms are gone’.
So much sorrow in these lovely words. Blessings and hugs to you as you mourn
Thank you, Celestine.