Ashes to ashes

A fellow blogger, Mary Kendall,  (A Poet in Time) wrote a beautiful poem about sunflowers the other day.  All of her writing is so very beautiful.  It evoked some intense memories and emotions in me and I offered her a response, as is common in the blogging world.  She turned my response into a poem.  Who knew?  I thought I’d share it with you.  The background conversation was that when my parents were cremated, they had requested that their ashes be spread on their “property” – a hobby farm where my brother and I grew up.  So, I did.  My Dad and I sprinkled Mom’s ashes by a tree that was her favorite – and I sprinkled my Dad’s ashes where Dad and I had dispersed Mom’s 18 months previous.  Anyhow – here is the poem. Thanks, Mary!!!

ashes to ashes ~
together again
in the forest
where we lived
by the maple tree
we tapped ~
by the bonfire,
the stars ~
beside the cabin
where we
lived ~
by the stream
through the woods ~
where we walked
and talked
and laughed ~
where we lived
in the forest
together again
ashes to ashes

About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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14 Responses to Ashes to ashes

  1. Mary Kendall says:

    Stacey, these were all your words. I added nothing. I simply took them and put them in a form. The first and last lines are meant to be separate, but it doesn’t show up (above) due to a trick WordPress plays–you need to hold down shift+return to get a single line in a poem but for a space you do that and put a period and hit return again. Fun, huh? 🙂 Seriously, what you wrote was so beautiful on my other poem about love and death. You wrote your thoughts and feelings. It’s simply paring away the excess and seeing what remains and letting it take shape. You write so well…I just wanted you to see that you had a poem inside that lovely heart. ❤

    • inmycorner says:

      Wow. Well, I love, love, love your poetry. So – I am honoured that you have spent time on mine. Good trick to know how to single space things – wondered how people got that! (merci) I seem to be able to write my thoughts – sometimes much more clearly than others (chemo?) (good excuse) Oh – and that you think my heart is lovely – what a compliment. Mary – you are far too kind to me. I so appreciate your comments.

  2. Gwen K says:

    The poem that the two of you have created has great imagery. I feel like I was walking through the bush with you and having you point out all the special places on “the property”.

  3. That was brilliantly kind on her part, and turned out beautifully!

  4. Gallivanta says:

    What wonderful creativity comes about when we work together.

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