Spring Internment

The family gathers,

Clutching roses, tulips,

Caressing the coffin,

Like the cheek of one loved .

Months after the service

The shock of death, fading

The scab of grief

Scraped off, torn.

Pain reborn

Under the warm sunshine of spring.

Grief revisited,

Shock remembered,

Tears renewed

Healing stalled,

Closure delayed,

By snow and frozen ground.


2 thoughts on “Spring Internment

  1. Lovely poem, and an interesting theme. When I was a pastor in Alberta we did internments year round. I have wondered, from time to time, about this practice of spring interments. Thanks for more fodder for ruminating.

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