Catherine’s Hymn

Melissa Gill


A body lies where

My Mother once lived

Her vessel is an ice box

In my dreams, she calls me


Her rosy perfume clings to me,

she wraps me in her soft arms

She says I am a gift from God




into her warm bosom.


Beyond the bridge,

After life and death

She frolics through evergreens

Without human sickness

Pulling her



Returning to her ancestors,

Ashes scattered in the wind

Nature breathes her in.


Dear Mother, roam free.

My love follows you




Melissa Gill studies journalism at UNLV. Crafting poetry and stories is her favorite kind of magic. Some of her literary heroes are Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, and J.R.R. Tolkien.