By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to dVerse Poets Pub
Prosery Prompt Piece 144 Words
to include – “I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.”
Walking the long winding path to the plot where my father lay. We stood hand in hand gazing
down at the flattened mound covered in soft green grass.
The breeze gentle, the sun warm but not hot
on our necks bent in reverence. The double tombstone bore his name, birth and death date.
The other side of the massive granite monolith was engraved with mother’s name and birthdate. The script upon the gleaming white stone sat in
silence awaiting the date of her death.
“Soon I will be laying here beside my love. I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace here above us.” We planted that very day.
I walk alone along the winding paths of the vast cemetery. A breeze lifts the hair from my neck, delivering the scent of sweet alyssum blossoms to my nose.