A box of ashes

It sat motionless, burgandy velvet bag, on the wooden table, ashes of 91 year old friend,. Her soul already with the Living God, yet a strange presence these past three months remained. Each day I'd work for her widowed husband, sorting through a life in boxes and files. Passed the velvet, touching the softness and smiling at her. A memory in a box, Eleanor's ashes. Tomorrow those ashes, Eleanor's life remains, will be interred at the Arlington Cemetery. The velvet bag will be gone, the enclosed box buried. But her memory, her life's work, lovely Eleanor will linger on and on.....