Apple Blossoms and Rosary Beads

I look at your weathered skin, showing the branding of hard work and age,

Your peaceful body now no longer full of life,

but an empty shell,

Your hands holding apple blossoms and rosary beads to your unrising chest,

I smile thinking of fond memories no stranger would ever understand,

I feel a tear run down my cheek at the thought no more new memories will ever be created,

I feel several tears follow the first,

I don't touch you I feel like my hand fill go through you or you will disentegrate beneath my fingers,

I walk outside my eyes the colour of the cherry blossom petals that are floating towards the ground, That was the last time I saw you.