In Clara's Ashes (poem) by Bonnie M Torrente on AuthorsDen

In Clara's Ashes
by Bonnie M Torrente → (All Poetry by Bonnie M Torrente)
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~ In Clara’s Ashes ~ Clara’s in a ginger jar, atop the mantle high, All that’s left are ashes, just a small pile, black and dry. If I could, I’d pass out tiny pinches from the pile, So all the world could walk around, wearing Clara’s smile. Inside Clara’s ashes rests a love for all mankind, A pinch or two, for me and you. I don’t think Clara’d mind. Clara’s ashes hold the special things she used to do, For perfect strangers, just because they needed someone to. Housed in Clara’s ginger jar, is a multitude of good, Magic granules full of knowing, all the things we should. A sprinkle of her kindness, in the hearts of yours and mine, Cleansing them of malice, with the dust she left behind. Clara’s in a ginger jar, radiating sweet sentiment, Fine porcelain holds Clara, filled with years of good intent. Disguising precious contents, to an unsuspecting eye, The love in Clara’s ashes, atop the mantle high... COPYRIGHT©2005 BONNIE TORRENTE
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Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on March 11, 2005

OMG Bonnie this is so precious. It is sad when someone like this has to leave us in phsyical death, but it goes to show that Clara's immortality will now live on, in this poem full of sweet and kind memories. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), Barbie

"If I have to...Then I may as well be."

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on February 13, 2005

You know people don't realize that cremation does have a special meaning to some and when the ashes are held dear then the love does remain.

Reviewed by John Hutchinson

WOW...

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Beautiful write for a person who is truly missed...

Reviewed by jude forese

i can relate to this poem ... my stepmom's ashes are in urn on a mantle ... Clara must have been a loving person ...

nice meter and rhyme ...

Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)

What a wonderful write. Clara must have been a special person. Clara is my mothers name - perhaps there is something unique about people who have that for a name. *smile*

The sentiment in this poem is really beautiful. I enjoyed reading it.

Melanie