On 13th October 2009, my partner, Annie Parmeter died. This Saturday poem is written in memory of her.
Ashes at Eventide
Sad memories linger like a ghost
The years and years go passing by
I shall go out to the rocky coast
Look out to where the sea meets sky
The thirteenth day, I'll never forget
The night before we talked and talked
No warnings came, no sign of threat
No sign of shadow that yet stalked
Annie's dead. A phone call, I remember still.
Two words. And my world crashed down
Shock, and tears, such a bitter pill
I wept over you in your hospital gown
Now ashes at eventide. I will scatter again
And perhaps the sky will weep with rain.
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