Grief

Her eyes shut

Her skin felt cool to the touch

No wrinkle on her face

Not a frown

I looked at her lips

I saw a little smile

It looked like she was just

napping for a couple of hours

I lead the prayer

I listened to a song

everyone could hear

I prayed loud

and in silence

I opened her hand

to put beads with 5 mysteries

in her hand

She held it with a clenched fist

A butterfly or a moth

interrupted me

like it few out of her body

I held her hand

and walked with a heavy heart

to the parking lot

but the smell of sweet roses

overwhelmed the senses

filling the chilly air of the night

There was no garden of roses in sight

I asked those who walked with me

if they could smell the scent of sweet

Roses that comforted me.