every memory we have
of you
is utterly beautiful––
of your face,
of your smile,
of your hair,
your kindness
the warmth of your home,
your sisters,
your parents,
your truly loving husband,
your children
& their children
giggling &
to come
you walked through
many seasons of light––
up the dusty winter road
across the terraces of früling & herbst
to work & laugh
with your ancestors
close your eyes.
dissolve your heart
into the green, the blue & the stillness
of the place where you belong––
all you can hear
are the bells of the church––
waking the village
& the villagers
you have walked in beauty
every day of your life
& now you are walking
in paradise