Returning Home With Our Son's Ashes Poem by Glen Kappy
Returning Home With Our Son's Ashes
Two hours out from home
and as shadows lengthen
from out of the window
of our speeding car
in the distant open desert
dotted with juniper and pinon shrub
a colt free of reins and saddle
galloping towards the sun.
I'm amazed at your positivity and creativity, loved these lines: " a colt free of reins and saddle galloping towards the sun. "
Hi, Luz, and thank you. Seeing this lifted me. And as you may have inferred, I’m convinced our spirits live on and that a most loving God who created them waits. -Glen
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It must have been a difficult journey. May you have the strength to endure the pain...the last stanza is so powerful, so positive. Extraordinary. This one goes into my poemlist.
Yes, hard, and we’re still struggling with his absence and unpleasant things in the aftermath. But I am convinced our spirits live on, that what we call death is, as I read from another author recently, a change of address. Thank you, Bipasha, for your sensitive and positive comment. I appreciate it. -Glen