Ann’s ashes are in the place she wished them to be
If you go to Truro, head of the Pamet, Ballston Beach the gentle slope to the beach is gone
You’ll carefully descend the steep wash of sand or perhaps new wooden steps by the time you get there
Go right
South down the beach a little ways and let your spirit reach out
Ann’s ashes are there in the place she wished them to be
It was a wild bright windy day when she returned and at snow pond too where we all swam and we all laughed . . .
there too she returned a small part of herself
to our memory and our grief
Her grief is gone
Mixed with air light and water in the place she wished to be