When the dust and ash have settled in the sand

and all that remains of my remains floating in the sea

are splashes of my souls memories

coming back to mind, then fading…

BUT! I REMEMBER YOU!

when you come to walk on the edge of the beach

where the oceans kiss the land

to pray and talk to me.

And I remember the moon-lit-white-snow around our home on the hill.

(But…Was it a log cabin?)

when our tabagon tossed the snow aside…

(Yes! That sturdy, old, Norwegian tabagon! No rickety Red Arrow sled for us!)

mixing with our joy-filled whoops and hollers!

And later, the sighs and moans of our coming and our once again

coming, together, under the warm white-sheets and the fleece…

(Nope! Ya can’t have too much fleece!” all the old timers said and they were right.)

And in each other through the night.

And the groans and clenched teeth smiles through your travail

as you birthed our first borne babe…

(Wait! Was it a boy? A girl? My memory fades, so!)

But it was ours!

And that spark of pride in your eyes when first you held her…

(Her! Yes! Our first was the girl!

We wrapped her in a pink-blush-fleece-papoose )

OH YES! I remember!

(oh…yes…sorry,,, the threads fray and I can’t help but feel them unwind)

And the pride in your eyes… and love when you held our daughter…

(Yes! Cara! Carra we named her!

“Love” for our love that made her!)

And as you held our first daughters daughter…

(No. I’m sorry. I can’t recall. Oh! Yes! Constance!)

our first grand-child…

And the tears in your eyes and on your cheeks

as you held my hands

and I felt that last touch of your lips on mine, so softly

as I passed on…

But that taste of that kiss remains, waiting for you, my Darling.

Waiting

For our once-again-embrace,

Somewhere else

where we will be,

in that shinning, shimmering, white-cloud-light

which gathers us all to eternity.