Rising — A Poem About Loss and Love

Dedicated to a strong, caring, joyful woman.

Artwork by Tej

I’m dancing now; I’m free of pain.
My shoes are red; I’m young again.
Sepia-tinted, Time fleets by.
I lift my arms to touch the sky.

The grass beneath is brown and sere,
But with the River flowing near,
The grass will soon rise green and strong.
It’s almost time; it won’t be long.

My frock is flowing, fresh, and white.
I’m pirouetting in delight.
My feet are lifting off the ground.
One last time I twirl around.
One last look into love’s face,
Now take me into Your embrace.

Dedicated to my mother-in-law, a strong, caring, joyful woman.

Thanks for reading! 🌻

Thanks to Tej for the inspiring artwork and Priyanka Srivastava for publishing my poem.

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