White Waterfall -

Its never scheduled or planned, life ends suddenly, it always strikes too early, and too soon,
A loved ones passing, what will you do ? when the time comes, reluctantantly, some full moon ?
We cannot guess or forecast, our ancenstors longevity, in front of us, maybe in July, or June ?
We do know one thing, their lives are of most value, the fabric of our souls, living within us, they do tune.

When the time comes, it will be hard, it will be the hardest thing ever, that you have ever gone through,
The doctor and pastor puts you in the quite room, to tell you the news, that you cant believe, its not true,
I dont want to walk down that hallway, to see my mom, laying there, bandaged in the cold room, not alive,
Covered in many white towels, like a angel, so sorry I cant help you mom, your gone now, you did not survive.

A week or so later, after memorials and rememberances, and personal recollections, and special whatwithalls,
Is a cardboard cylinder full of ashes, after it all doesnt calm down, after we dont regain our wits, or our wherewithalls,
But we have to take you mom, where you said you wanted to go, up to the hillside, evergreen treed, flowing clear, water falls,
So we all walked her there, after her memorial, through Steffans green grass field, and I did hear the flying angels calls.

So we all carried moms ashes, across a 40 acre field, up to the foothill treed mountain, to our sacred, giving water falls,
To the flowing falls we grew up drinking the water, our whole life upbringing, it still does flow, turbulent, with echoing calls,
Those sacred falls that gave us all life, to be nourished and to be raised, and to grow tall and big, and to survive and give,
Then moms ashes, poured down from the top, cascading down, making a holy, white waterfall, for us to all, see and again live.

D.M. Beebe