a handwritten eulogy

an urn shaped into a boat
carved from the trunk of the tree
that fell in our backyard
last spring.

two girls, one with a guitar
singing about light and love and life and stars
chairs turned facing their father
and away from the crowd,
sharing the song he always asked them to sing.

and rain batters the window pane
as the snow melts on the ground...
and the fishermen quietly cross themselves
as the ashes sail by without a sound.

a variation of this RWP prompt...