Wednesday, December 23, 2009

86/365 - Amalia

I still have the battle scars as proof you existed. And three photos. The size of your palm imprinted in mine, the feel of your ashes in my hand—ivory and turquoise—falling in to the gurgling river rushing on.


Michael5000 said...

This is a really beautiful little eulogy.

Tereza said...

Thank you, Michael.