Here lies ashes of Art Morgan buried at the foot of Sakura Tree at Forest Law Cemetery close to Mother’s gravesite.
Father and Son
wearing the same outfit
black turtle neck, black jacket, black coat.
Can I tell the difference?
young and older,
It was Remembrance Day.
Father was in town for the legion
to commemorate Remembrance Day.
Where have you been hiding this young lady?
asked Father to Son.
Where have you been hiding your father?
a thought I kept to myself for the Son.
He was an army pilot during World War II.
Father survived the war,
got married, raised a
family of four.
I was happy to meet Father but
death came to soon.
in his own
Have you seen a
grown man cry?
Son was inconsolable.
In Father’s bedroom
there I sat on his bed and lit
a candle to say a little prayer
and left the candle burning
by the bedside table.
WHO LIT A CANDLE!
Scream came out of Son’s mouth
hush, it was me, hush
wishing I could take away his
time to scatter the ashes on top
of the mountain
overlooking the lake.
One by one
the family took handful of ashes
blown to smithereens
carried by the wind.
Mine placed in a small container
for Father’s ashes to bury him
at the cemetery.
At the foot of the Sakura tree
is where I buried his ashes
near Mother’s resting place.
Father’s bible was given to me
in memory of Son’s Father.
There is no answer to Why.
will always remind
me of Father and Son.
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