Ash Wednesday



The morning we laid Nanny to rest,

snowflakes settled around us

like the ashen fallout

of Feast day fireworks.


Their only purpose, our need

of a white covering,


a shroud over the casket,

footsteps on blanketed ground


This day, a cross of ashes on my forehead.


In memory of our grandmother Carma Rinaldi, 6/18/1910-2/11/2010