Through a haze of tears
And buzzing in my ears,
I heard the vicar’s voice
That told me to rejoice,
That you were like a dragonfly,
Your dazzling soul emerging when you died.
At home, I found an envelope from you,
Your handwriting – cursive, blue –
Reminded me that you were gone
And the circle of life would carry on.
I tore the flap to see what was inside:
The brooch you always wore – a dragonfly.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016