The urns are emptier than she expects.
So little ash — our bodies don’t amount
to much, their slack, ever-diminishing flesh.
...
Those once-carefree hearts, now wisps —
their departing smears dismantle hers.
It has taken her so long to get them
here, to find the strength to let them go:
...
~ Kim McClenaghan, excerpts from She Carries the Others
















