No worthier valentine than those we loved who have died. Their passing brings us much grief, missing, gnashing of teeth. For them it’s relief from ongoing pain, an escape from our world in rapid decline.
But to appease our bereavement its healthy to imagine them safely bestowed in the heavens above as a twinkling star, a moonbeam or a sun kiss. Surrounding us with love, appalled at our remiss. For them earthly woes have evaporated. Our grief needs to be sedated.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper, briefly hidden for us to unpeel. So imagine your loved one is like Duffy’s onion as you unwrap that moon and let it beam. Your loved one lives on in the hearts of all those that they touched. They are twinkles, beams and kisses bestowed on us from up above.
d’Verse, 144 words prosery, Bjorn; “It is a moon wrapped in brown paper”, Carol Duffy