Cremation

Cremation by. Patty Divya Difazio

Dressed in white, I walk along

Following my brother who can do no wrong.

The family and friends follow behind

No talking is heard; they’re being kind.

Showing respect for us and our Mom

As we silently march to the cremation ground

My beautiful mother, wrapped in a shroud

We gather around her creating a crowd

We mourn our mother, me and my brother

As we light the flame, we look at each other;

The light of the flame reflects in our eyes

It’s then that my brother stifles his cries

We place the flame upon the pyre

And watch the flames grow higher and higher.

We watch her body ravaged by fire

Her soul leaving quickly, is my desire.

The flames reduce her body so quick

As the fire gives that final lick

The priest chants mantras to release her soul

United with God is the goal.

As the flames die down to a pile of ash;

I see life as so temporary- just a dash

between birth date and death date

a life so full

That the final flames reduce to nill.