Many years later

 

For Dave

Image a sea sprite racing
In front of the ocean waves
As they break upon the reef below.
Sitting cross-legged on the cliff edge
My brother slowly tips the urn
With our father's ashes. I sit silently
In prayer, "Thank you. Be free.
I love you. I forgive you."
The ashes mix with the sea foam
And get carried downwards
Gone. Gone. Far away.

(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)