Departure

I watched you traverse through the meadow of grass--a white blur; sunlight, a spotless sky, a breeze, trees bowed in your presence; children laughing echoed and surrounded the tininess of your being and there you stood, inhaling the scents of life, breathing in all that is and was. A symphony of wonder you conjured into being, a holy communion of life and death. There I held you and I knew so I seared your image into my mind for the last time.