Wake the dead

Inspired by Ronovan’s word choice for his weekly challenge. Brought back memories of waking my mother.


Wake the dead,

sit with her

through the last long night above the earth,

laugh in her place,

and drink to the health that failed

(ah well),

and in the morning,

bear her lingering spirit to the rowan tree,

and lay her among its roots.

Water them with your tears.