Fresh scars

The pic is of some scars and scratches from work. Although you'd expect that to happen often, it's pretty unusual. As such I know who gave me any such scar. The fresh ones on the right are Ghost. The parallel ones on left are Jimi and the one between is Bracken.

So today went OK.
There was a bit of a panic about getting to the funeral parlor on time. And we were the last in, just before everything started. At the end of the ceremony baby C's dad P's brother D) carried his coffin out (and travelled in his dad's lap to the grave).

At the grave side D, G's dad and one of C's aunts on each side were to lower the coffin (although this was after one of the undertakers almost fell into the grave). We all threw rose petals and I placed my bouquet with a poem wrapped around it:

Little Snowdrop

The world may never notice
If a snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.

But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity.

The little one we long for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty,
Out hearts know what to do.
By beating out a rhythm
Reminding us of you.