I carried my father home

This was my selection for Pay It Forward Thursdays on Go Dog Go Cafe. Outstanding poem!

The Dreaming Path

Far heavier than I expected
and the size of an old sweet jar,
opaque plastic, black lidded.
Thank heaven it wasn’t see through.
I could not have gone on like that.
I carried my father’s ashes
through the streets,
past the church and the chapel,
past the pizza and kebab shops,
under summer trees and fuming traffic,
everything poignantly normal.
We didn’t walk out together often.
My father preferred his home.

Such a hot afternoon it was.
I was sweating from heat and emotion.

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