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
but Death will ultimately claim us
and more lonely flowers will stand guard
*Author's note: I wrote this around 1991 after my mother had died.