This was a plant that is growing in a pot in the corner of my front balcony.
This is not the one I have been working on, this is one that jumped out at me for some reason today.
The pleas before the grim reaper
The power from the life-support machine
Looking down at the coffin
Looking around at everyone else crying
The rain turning everything to mud
The family of the deceased looking in anguish
The widow with the family she had just joined
The casket being lowered into the rain-sodden ground
Not able to talk to anyone about the loss
What’s that bright light?
© Alastair Forbes 2012