we celebrate the loss
allowing the present to rest on its laurels
and I ponder
this human trait that comes
from consciousness
of regret and loss of the present
when loss
had yet to barely kiss our minds
tears and whispers
of recognition in passing
a name
the dates of each breath
above the words of love and meaning
we celebrate
some bravery, some lost memory
glorified and pinned
on the lace of one's petticoats
when mourning
turns slowly to the celebration
that shall begin
in somberness of lovely words
hail to those
those who have ended the earthly
breathe
we mourn for ourselves
not acknowledging that the simplicity
from dust to dust
our life shall somehow end
mourn my friends
find your comfort as you must
remember we each begin and end
celebrate existence
of you
celebrate the woman you cradle
within.
barb
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