Her Funeral

The golden sand amidst our feet
Cold wind blowing
Leaving numbness to every inch of exposed skin
Music playing while the town gathers near
A family crying and clutching hands
The waves gently flow
While the minister blesses the urn
A granddaughter speaks
While choking on tears
To the boat a long line walks
The dock rocks causing many to fall
Her ashes scattered
While the pain cuts deep
Aunt Jo can’t take it
Crying that she “don’t want to let go”
Holding each other tight
The waves of Eufaula wash my grandmas ashes away
As we all say good-bye
For the final time

© Sherry L. Richardson