Diego’s wife

a poem written to the prompt: Ashes.

She hoped her exit would be joyful

She hoped she’d never return

She patiently waits at home on a shelf

Because they will not let her leave

He swallowed a mouthful of ashes

Gathered the rest in red silk sash

Placed them in an pre-Columbian urn

And made her wait to join him when he leaves

He was buried in the Rotunda of Famous Men of Mexico

While she still waits on a shelf for his return

4-13-22