The Winds of Africa
by Patricia Wellingham-Jones
She carried a pinch of his ashes
from the Santa Cruz Mountains
to Kilimanjaro.
Through several security checks
the ashes rode
in a sealed plastic bag
stowed in her purse,
tucked under her pillow,
carried up the mountain in her bra.
Released at the top
to the harsh winds of Africa
the ashes flew with her prayers.
Her body lightened
from the weight of promises,
she started the downward trek home.
via All Things Girl
bird
Right on Bronnie. My heart has been aching for home too. *hugs*
bronnie
Awww Makes my heart ache for everything that is Africa, everything that is home