a memorial
a place to sit and reflect
on past memories
my father's name is there now
my mother's will be one day
~cie~
This time, I was a disobedient jerk-face on purpose. I was inspired to write this entire Tanka rather than a Tan Renga. You are still welcome to throw overripe produce at me.
Dad
31 May 1936 - 28 November 2010
I often wish my parents had a grave I could visit. Sadly, they both chose to be cremated. I know where my father's ashes are, but my sister took over and I don't know where she put my mother's ashes.
ReplyDeleteMy mother has the urn with my father's ashes. My brother and I will probably take turns holding onto the urns when both of my parents are gone. There is a memorial bench with both my parents' names on it in the Golden Cemetery. My mother already paid to have her date of passing added to it when the time comes. I don't like to think about it, but she is 80 years old so it's something that has to be considered.
DeleteA good take on the challenge. The whole point is to get us to write, to follow our muse.
ReplyDeleteI know. I grew up being chided for my non-conformity, so it tends to still follow me these many years later.
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