Moody

My mood is somber

Regardless of sunny skies or rain-filled clouds

I weep

Over oatmeal, world news, once-forgotten melodies stirring in my brain

Memory kaleidoscopes

Like diamond-sparkles on my finger

Remind me of my loss

I have no sense of time

Of moving forward

I sit and stare
At my husband's ashes
In their pewter urn
And hope, one day, for peace