In Memoriam (訃)

Yesterday happened and so did today, but saying this every day offers as much peace of mind as old leaves on dry branches. My mother was over seventy when her life, upon reaching a state of beautiful acceptance, departed with the frost of the first month. I did not hear of her passing until two weeks later. Such is the sadness of a child living far across the sea…

All a child can do here is weep every time she wakes up, knowing that her dearest mother has passed. 

My comfort,
to my late father who welcomed my mother’s spirit.

For a long moment, I smile as I consider how spring grasses grow. Withered leaves return to earth; second leaves sprout and flourish.