Darkness envelopes the quiet cemetery.
I dig a divot-style hole between ancestral footstones.
She’d requested to be with her parents.
Still in her carved ivory urn, I pry the lid,
begin gently pouring Mom into the cavity.
Bone chunks surprise me. Shivers run through me.
The stillness now registers loudly.
Finally, I whisper a prayer.
She’s home at last.
Awesome in its simplicity Leslie!