Canopic Jar Poem by Patti Masterman

Fine ceramics now hide your gaze;
Where is the face that I knew so well,
When as children, our spirits dwelled together?

Misty lines can blur the past;
Once you were here, but you're gone forever-
Gone where else, but in this vase?

You left too soon, but in my dreams
I keep searching all around;
I search every slab of unhallowed ground.

Is this all that's to be left of you-
For jolly time makes jokers of us all;
Nothing here lasts, not even poor clay.