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As I go to sleep among the twinkling stars,

I talk to ashes in a jar.

Ashes that once taught me how to drive a car.

Ashes that comforted me when I was afraid of the dark.

I tell the ashes all of my sorrows.

I tell the ashes my hopes and fears for tomorrow.

Ashes that once, if I needed, let me borrow.

Ashes that wrapped my feet before playing in the snow.

Ashes, I miss you.

You always talked me through things when I was feeling blue

though I know you are still here guiding me through.

Ashes one day I will be you.

I may be on someone's bedside table in a jar or

maybe some compartment in a car.

I will be the energy in that twinkling star

giving wisdom from afar.

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