To The LIGHT, part 2

It’s mid-winter low light. 

I’m at my Contemplating Cove.  

My mind on Patty’s passing.

Ashes to the air, she no longer breathes.

They float to living earth,

Unnoticeable and free.

I imagine her sinking body in the sparkling ice and snow.

Mine next to hers, looking to the light, 

In crisp winter air. 

I want to capture this moment.

Treasure memories,

Of fifty-four and five.

The light and color are to my liking,

After feeling, tweaking.

Less yellow, more passion rose.

I contemplate Patty’s love,

Kind, patient, caring, thoughtful, forgiving, humble, honest, loyal, 

A dear advocate for me.

Here’s to the LIGHT, for Patty.

May her new world be free of anger, despair, pain and doubt.

Be it pure LOVE!

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To The LIGHT