demi poem #4

so this isn’t a poem you may be weary of grief but saturday was damaris’s birthday her sisters and her nephews in the west built a big bonfire burned the clothes she died in burned a slice of the special cake we always make for family birthdays reminisced by the fire about times they’d had with demi her unique ways they then took the ashes along with demi’s own ashes to the beach where the nephews waded into the surf and mixed them all with the sea the only eulogies were goodbye demi and we love you demi I did not go but my heart was there my heart with a big hole in it a hole lapped round with others’ love