Through the glass
he stared into the garden
as the ashes were buried
beneath the stepping stone.
In the reflection
she held onto the baby
as its eyes were fluttering
against her bare shoulder.
chaplain, author, and teacher
Through the glass
he stared into the garden
as the ashes were buried
beneath the stepping stone.
In the reflection
she held onto the baby
as its eyes were fluttering
against her bare shoulder.