Blessèd Be The Waves

Blessèd be the waves
carrying your ashes

the door to memory
of winter

image of small hands
pulling on boots

red-striped touque, mitts,
feet pounding

down the hall of the old flat
nothing to hold you

from the race
to stairs and front door.

Blessèd be the perfect snow
for snowballs

the goofy smile
on your snowman’s face.

Blessèd be the white world
created only for you.

Blessèd be new snow
falling.

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