For J..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

She died last night
morphine took her to another place
that we are not still prepared to go
she died tired of all the sorrows
she ended it with a smile
leaving hope for
all of you

I shall hear those laughter
once again but in that small damp room where some cries crawl
laughter has become stained

The hands of life finally gave in
the temple shattered to the grounds of forgetting
this is the act of freedom
handing a soul to a boat that takes the same soul to another
bank of the river

The hands of death shall hold her
but only for a while
another perfect hands shall receive her
like another seed
to be sown again
in the cyclic fields of life
which we believe
to be always and always
eternal

Today you shall have
another birthday but we are no longer the hands
that shall touch you....