Trigger Warning
I always picture her
wrinkles, crinkles
her once white hair
now falling strands to dust.
she sleeps peacefully
in a soft coffin bed
her marble tombstone marks
in loving memory.
yellow Chrysanthemum
blossoming beside the stone;
near the Sabang river
she had a flower garden.
she is now earth;
her daughter plants flowers
the buds are bursting
the scent is fragrant.