A thousand miles up and over
a rough-hewn stone sits atop
the bodies of my parents
A smooth space on the side
for a name that will mean
Nothing to anyone in time
On this their anniversary
beside each other for
the first time in almost
a decade the rain has fallen
As if they planned this day
when they picked that stone
with the rough divot they hoped
would collect rain for the birds
What a lovely gift, that collected rainwater, as if sharing a part of themselves with the world.
Yes, it was a wonderful idea they had when they picked that stone.
OMG…. I cried when I read this (I know…
big surprise, right…?) Insightful at the very least)💕. 😘 (was th heat the real stone?)
That is their stone. My sister took that photo on that day.