Goodbye

I woke one day and you were gone
I cried but you could offer no comfort
Your ashes were cast to the winds
No plaque No stone
Just fleeting infant memories to show your time on earth

But now a lone rock on a bare hill will carry your name
A simple reminder that you were here
And among the towering sentinels of sandstone
I can focus my thoughts on remembrance
And I can finally say goodbye

(c) copyright A Jack 1999
The last photo of my mother.My mother’s ashes were scattered at Rookwood and there was no plaque or memorial. In 1999 I place a plaque on a stone overlooking a beautiful valley in the pagoda country off the Newnes Plateau. That plaque and this poem provided “closure”.

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