And for a brief moment, the winds are still, and the sky is clear. The earth beneath my feet seems to stop breathing, and the only sound is that of birdsong and the gentle breeze ruffling through the trees as it sweeps over us all for one precious moment. I now stand among the dead flowers that you planted there for me.
I wait for my father's body to lay him down on this bed where he will rest under his covers one last time. His hands folded in peace as his soul readied itself to take his final journey.
And for a brief moment, the winds are still, and the sky is clear. The earth beneath my feet seems to stop breathing, and the only sound is that of birdsong and the gentle breeze ruffling through the trees as it sweeps over us all for one precious moment. I now stand among the dead flowers that you planted there for me.
Sue Clayton
17/9/2022 02:02:34 am
A title as beautiful as the words that follow.
J. Iner Souster
18/9/2022 06:05:31 am
Thank you very much Sue. Comments are closed.
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