Memento Mori

Life is pulchritudinous
The way small baby feet, pat pat
on the floors through the house
When the tree leaves in Spring turn green
and in Autumn red
A Kurinji blooms
slowly yet with time it lives
The giving of life
one heart to another
Seeing grandma on her 100th birthday
telling stories, of those long ago
The birth of a star
with cosmic dust forming beautiful
works of art,
we call Nebulas.

Memento Mori
Death is always there
waiting
Waiting for the cries of parents
in the hospital after a fatal fall from the counter
Waiting for Winter
to take the tree leaves as his own
Taking the Kurinji
and keeping it for years
till he deems the living worthy of having the Kurinji again
Waiting for the doctor
to snap under pressure
losing his patient
Holding grandma’s hand
through her last hours
telling her she’ll see those of long ago
Claiming the stars,
big bright and beautiful, as his
forcing them to collapse on themselves,
killing themselves.