A Narrative

I have just read a lyric penned by Jenish Somadas titled "Sit Beside My Bed" which touched me very much. As I have mentioned before in one of my poems, my Son David died eighteen months ago. I am being treated for anxiety and depression as his passing caused much unrest. My life and that of my family changed forever. I became aware of the ugliness in life I had not noticed before. I lost my trust in people. Socialising had lost its appeal. I wondered why some humans could be so cold, selfish and uncaring. My husband John and I go to the cemetery every Saturday to take David flowers. It's a very peaceful place in a country lane facing the sea with cows grazing in surrounding fields. Some of the tombstones are very old. There is a brick wall for the cremations. As we walked into the cemetery we saw an elderly man sitting in a fold-up armchair, looking very comfortable and at peace with the world, having an in-depth conversation with his deceased wife whose grave was bright with flowers. It did not seem at all odd, it looked natural as though she was sitting there beside him sharing a cup of tea, oblivious of anything or anyone else. I found this extremely emotional, it happened a few weeks ago. The picture and feeling I had in my heart that afternoon stayed with me. Jenish Somadas lyric brought this to mind again. Thank God for love We can so often forget it's there.