Copyright Lisa Scott 2007
At the cemetary the overcast sky shadowed my own mood
A black pit of remorse and anguish settle over the people and the gravestones.
The sun unseen, the dead unseen, the trees today merely cold wood
Today it is not a place of rest and honour merely a land of grey tones.
Faded Christmas flowers, posies and decorations
Hung lifeless on walls and headstones.
They did nothing wrong
Why should they have to atone?
I held life in my hands, in the mask of many coloured flowers
Their colour a gift today, bright against the black.
Together we tended her grave,
And wished for the millionth time we could have her back.
My father's face somehow skeletal in the gloom
Showed veiled pain and continued grief
A wedding anniversary remembered yet celebrated alone
Isn't right and brings no relief.
The rain in the distance moves slowly and menacingly in
It's first drops like tears from heaven above.
The flowers in the brass vase are threatened by a hungry wind
As Dad and I murmur our unending words of love.
Forced by rain we flee our angels side
Running to the car as if to hide
And as I run I murmur one last time
I love you Mum, I miss you by my side.
It was then I felt a warming presence
A simple touch on my shoulder
A touch filled with love neverending
A brief light for when the dark emotions smoulder.
We came to her and she returned in same
A brief heartbeat bathed in love
A love so strong it self immortal
A brief encounter with my angel above.
