Resting spot today.
We placed Jack's ashes
Beside Marylou's
In the niche he had
Prepared for them
Before we wed.
We know Jack's
Gone.
He's home,
But his remains
Remain,
And they're
Important too.
They're remnants of
The man I knew,
And held,
And loved.
I tucked a letter
Inside the cubby hole,
The words too private
To disclose;
A letter birthed through
Agony and weeping that
Left me silent and
Spent when it was done.
It's really not for him,
But just for me.
I simply had to write him
One last time.
And in the envelope
I slipped a lock of hair.
It was cold.
The wind was strong
As we stood there and
Sang Jack's
Favorite song:
"Jesus loves me this
I know. For the Bible
Tells me so."
We held hands while
Pastor Tim closed us
In a prayer.
And then we left.
But something
Stayed behind.
I shared Jack with
Marylou, and
Part of me remains
In that niche too.