Mandala wall hanging.

hanging from my wall
drooping behind my bed
giving a splash of colour
on the bland white paint
more meaning than just a piece of material
more meaning than just a beautiful piece of art
to others it’s just a mandala hanging from the wall
but to me it paints a memory of someone i miss
holds a hundred and one questions

it’s been almost three hundred and sixty five days
since you left the face of the earth
no time to say our last goodbyes
because it was all to our surprise
ashes spread in India and some here at home
both places special to your heart
both places you must miss

it holds a hundred and one memories
of someone so adventurous resilient and creative
uncle michael i miss you but you’re here with me
hanging from my wall.