He said, the bones hold memories <br />Cremation can't remove; <br />I cradle your bones, the precious <br /> <br />Silt-glass reveries of watered sun, <br />A singing motion that circles round <br />(And every kind of hidden weather) <br /> <br />Nothing's dead, so long as bones live- <br />Survival's inexact, because those bones <br />Still whisper days, that now are gone.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bones-hold-memories/
