Going Home
Generations gather, tartan covered caskets, family, memories, tears sixty years departed arrival through the harbour boat now drifts toward home.
Deep sea, sunless sky dark celebration, heritage, home, heart four daughters line the deck ashes, reflections merge deep behold a great ball aqua light below dark surface
Transfixed wonder ashes glow in suspended unity. two tiny feathers float white against black birdless sky. Harry Lauder sings: will ye stop y’re tickling Jock we watch and weep and laugh.
