Bereavement

I numbly step aside, acceding to her prior riight, knowing full well that she will smile again. But I? The others too, must have their chance to mourn. I see their tears and wonder why. They were not there to hear his first strong cry. I clasp their hands and listen to their words. "God be with you." "Time heals all wounds." I hear the lie. Resentment clogs my throat. Can God command the blood to flow through my still beating heart? My stone cold heart, can it but die? They murmur their good-byes. At last I am alone to find my pathway back to life and God, without my son. To try, to try. For Paula's Feel the Feeling contest Won HM