Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Lonely Flowers

Lonely Flowers
Lonely flowers stand dogged sentinel
ringed around a mound of earth.
Beautiful flowers bearing silent witness
as those who came to mourn make their retreat.
Death has conquered.

The mourners retreat
retracing the path they took moments before.
They stand about in circles and are
comforted by those who need comforting.

They share each others grief,
and in doing so, the grief is lessened
as it is
shared
and spread
and
torn
to
tatters.

Life goes
on
and on
and on
but Death will ultimately claim us
one
by one
until we,
too,
are gone,
and more lonely flowers will stand guard
as we,

sleep.

*Author's note: I wrote this around 1991 after my mother had died.