Compassionate

They came in at the appointed hour to attend and witness and grieve, the friends and practitioners with the laying on of hands and the murmuring of soft voices Leg muscles quiver at the shot, soft whimpers and welling eyes as willing grief drips from her nose quietly onto the shiny black coat Hands stroke the shallow breathing chest to feel and take a part of the parting until stethoscope silence is certainty - the long minute of the long release Hearts never harden to those loved the circle feels vast in the moment as final goodbyes are wept and "I love you" is whispered © Goode Guy 2012-12-09