
Is this the year?
Is it time?
I've been putting it off
But maybe this year --
Still not sure
I can do it.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
But I cannot picture
The finality
Of the underground.
But still it is my duty
As the grieving wife
To see to it
No matter how much
It disturbs me.
Just that I cannot
Say good-bye, ever
Not ever.
Our parting was too quick,
Is this why I delay?
©April 11, 2025
Diane E. Dockum
