Wanted a few of his
Ashes.
She wanted to spread them
Around his favorite spots
Where he grew up, back
In Pennsylvania.
She carried out her
Task today, a
Bittersweet one.
I'm glad Jack's daughter
Could be with her too.
They tossed some in Pine Creek
Where he loved to fish,
And others at a lovely park.
They saved his remaining
Remains for the top of the
Hill,
The scenic spot that I knew
Well too,
Because we stood there
Together admiring the
View.
I searched through our photo
Box and found the pictures
He took there,
So I could see the scene as
Carol Ann and Chris carried out their
Loving last rites.
I felt a sense of
Pleasure and peace knowing
That his ashes were strewn
About back home.
I wondered, though.
What would Jack think?
Would it matter to him?
But then, knowing my man,
I believe his words would be,
"Whatever helps you, Honey,
Is all that matters to me."
(And thanks to Tanna and Dennis for sharing the beauty of their farm.)