Afterlife Poem by alex sarich

I'm writing this letter
to you, Son to remind you
of all the memories we
had together.

Time is a lifetime clock
the epitome of goodness
a fragile bond through roots
which can't be broken but
both acceptors to each other.

Another fermentation of time
opening sacred ground space
to plant the seeds of grief
to heal so the sun can
shine through.

Wisdom beacons numbness
a temperature of sadness
falling from the skies
graceful as it seems
alleviating sorrow within.

I posted your photograph
on my heart with your smile
filling my chambers with liquid
love and feeling your breath on
my breast soothing, healing me.