Soham Churchyard On A Late Summer's Evening In Memory Of Holly And Jessica


The sun stole behind the spire
As shadows strolled
Along the rows of flowers.
Every bouquet,every blossom
A blessing.
Every posey,every petal
A promise
For a brighter tomorrow.

Half way along a line,half in prayer,
I paused on a poem
As an older couple behind me
Read to one another.

Somehow I asked them
How they felt
In respect of the tributes
But they could only let me say
In my own vaque way,
How I felt,
An understated.

Forming a farewell to starngers,
Strangely familiar for those moments,
I made my way away
In silent solitude.