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