Following is my piece for Sunday Scribblings. The theme was "ask". I wrote this for my uncle, in memory of his life partner, Madeline, who passed away this week. I think many of us have asked questions like these during a time of loss.
If I sit quietly and focus
Will I hear your voice in the wind or see
your face in the distance?
Can you hear me when I whisper
your name into the starlit night, saying
I will always love you?
Will you remember me
As I remember you, in the quiet moments
of every hour, every day?
And the day you died
was the rainbow, framed in a cloudless sky,
your secret message to me?
May you be at peace,
knowing you forever hold a place in
my broken heart.