Her body now transformed into a light powdery ash;
Light and dark gray light silky ash;
Poured into the wind, it moved quickly, silently;
Dead, she was more alive than ever;
In the city with it’s lively movement upon it’s streets;
In the mountains, with the greenery and brisk mountain air;
Visiting the oceans on her way;
soaking in the sun and coolness of it’s waves;
With people she loved as they went about their day;
Close to them, feeling them, enjoying every minute;
Them hugging her just as close, to share in the moments;
Terri