‘…than when we’d first begun’ the notes hung,
it had been their favourite hymn. She smiled,
remembering her father’s bracing tones.
The weight of the wavering chorus crushed her low.
Slipping unseen from the church she wept and walked
to the car that had carried her here to her grief.
The roadside trees salute departed souls,
quiet remembrance tinged with gold and red.
Birds sang their sorrow. The wild lost friends that day.
What had led her to this point in time?
The memory of them hurt more than she thought.
She knew she’d failed them in their later years
of life. She now was shamed into her tears.
An unknown mourner at her parents’ grave.