Down by the Creek…
We walked down by the creek where your ashes nurtured the strokes of nature spreading across the land. The children skipped and danced in the tall grass, paper and paints in hand. Their fingers soon became the shades of a fresh rainbow, one screamed “Look”. Those colors were “Her” favorites. Then, flowers were drawn in pinks and purples ever so bright. She had died one year ago that day. A bench inscribed with her name. We knew that our lives would never be the same but she found such joy in walking among the wildflowers. We came celebrating her life.
Text Copyright © 2016 by Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree
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Down by the Creek, is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.