10:49 PM, a strange number to haunt
But through a disturbed night this does taunt.
I cannot imagine being in that room
Alone with warriors trying to wade off doom.
Yet is it? Or is it blessed release?
The relentless pain for her now ceased.
The soul, the breath, the life of a person dear
Leaves; Now just body as a shell we can see clear.
The cremation is more a ritual for those living
Something to do in the process of grieving.
Each has a unique take on what it must be
But what matters is not the mores of society.
She was loved. She will be missed.
She will in memories and actions and beliefs onward live.
That is a legacy enough. That is the important stuff.
Bathing. Burning. Fasting. Feasting. Coping with emotions rough,
What comforts her loved ones is all she will want.
That is the goal. This is the beginning of a new start.
- Written on 14 January 2021 night/15 January 2021 Morning.
- A bereavement in the family on 13 Jan 2021.
10:49 PM was the time on the sheet and it has stuck in my head and dreams. Hmm.
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