Went to where trees are planted, ashes spread, again, recently.

For my Mum, Dad and daughter, in New Zealand.

Again breaking my heart, whilst in deep love with her, I still find myself.

Our daughter Amber.

That which could not be constrained by Life.

To have experienced all these angels can be. Far beyond that of price or mere value.

The glass, that which contains elements of her now, forever more. Created by exquisite artist, who gifted us her time, her art, held to the sun.

Expressing all the Universe is.

Such the breathless depth that is Life.

Open to it all, to remain.

For those that also know what it is to carry on, with Life’s experiences.

For those allowing others to see the world through their eyes now.

This is given.

10.09.2024