Anna@YWP

I have given many a thought to what happens when we die, specifically, what happens to our bodies. You have the option to be classically buried, cremated, donated to science.

The stars were out that night

But it was the Moon who truly conquered the darkness.

She reached out a pale hand and wove together the soft strings of a lullaby

Pulling some deeper into the promise of sleep

The string of memories burns my hand,

My 12-year-old self can barely understand.

The balloon is purple, her favorite color,

She is my great-grandmother.

The air in the balloon is filled with every memory I remember,