The Last Wish…

Clarisse held the silver urn close to her chest for several minutes, caressing it absentmindedly. Maybe it was her imagination, but the gentle wind grew stronger and the breeze teased her hair at the nape just the way Tim had loved to play with her hair. She felt the beautiful urn become warm in her hands, she felt his presence surround her and her eyes welled up with bittersweet tears.

This would be the final time she would hold him in her arms. She gently opened the jar and cast his ashes into the stream, watching as the gushing water carried away the remains of her love.

He had wanted to be free after being debilitated and confined for so long from an autoimmune disease. He had wanted this stream, his favourite spot on Earth to be his final resting place and she had fulfilled his last wish.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Thank you, Maria for the interesting photo prompt and my lady PJ, I appreciate this platform that you host.

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7 thoughts on “The Last Wish…

  1. So touching!! Just said goodbye to a dear friend last week for the last time. No no this way, but I felt the love come through this poem, the same love as the love my friend had at saying goodbye to her husband.

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