Cleansing Fire

Defending Truth and Tradition in the Roman Catholic Church

On Mother’s Passing

May 2nd, 2022, Promulgated by Diane Harris

Departures:  On Mother’s Passing



The week you were buried

I dug up the Peace Rose

you had so lovingly tended.

It was more rescue than theft.


How could I have left her

to a new owner’s whims?

To one heedless of her name

or unaware of her needs?


Interred with skill, and fed,

she should have bloomed anew,

or at least leafed lustily

in wordless gratitude.


Then you, I mean she, vanished!

Missing, with only emptiness

to prove she had been here,

or that I had ever cared.


I could have endured the loss

had she departed as you did,

a petal at a time, wafted away

by dementia’s chill hand.


But memory, too, was rooted up,

gone to a place unknown.

I can only follow your flight path

with my own wind-shaken petals.


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