Sunlight dappled by cool shade
Of evergreen cedars and mighty oaks
Witness to centuries of tears and despair
I stand before you with my child
Sleeping, beatific in peace.
I do not weep for you
But for this baby wrapped in my arms
Who never wronged you in anyway
Except to be born to me.
The cut flowers in the chipped vase are wilted
Pink petals succumbed to their fate
Edged with brown and colour faded.
You'd hate that, I think,
Everything was always so
Tidy and ordered in your garden
Lovingly tendered and kept
Whilst lives around you
Were miserable, messy
Left to slowly decay.
Beside the rotten posey, in stark contrast,
A gaudy plastic peach rose bouquet
Vivid despite dust and neglet
Sad little objects with meaning only
To those who willed them to your memory,
Those who you carelessly left behind.
A breeze rattles through dry crisp leaves
And I want to run from this place
Silent and empty, souless
But for the bells chiming the hour
Bells which rang out for your final farewell
Noted by my abscene, unwelcomed.
Yet I stay, seeing this through to the end
It ends here and now
You left us without ever explaining
Bequeathed with the ever lasting why?
To aid closure and put this to rest
I bring to you the child in life
You never met
Or exsistence acknowledged
And with each day reminds me of you
Inherited eyes and smile.
It's in the life you relinquished
That you will live on.
As a shower of summer rain
Casts gloom over our bare skin
I am finally able to mourn
My sadness falls in droplets
To the cold earth in which you lay
The wind whispers sorry
And with your grandson I walk away.
rating: 11
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