The Darkest of Flowers

She bends over him.
His face still.
She kisses him.
Their last.
Cold skin.
Broken heart.
Her grief consumes.

They send her flowers.

She cries out.
A life that was meant to be.
Taken before it began.
Still they make her deliver.
A cruel end.
She holds his tiny, perfectly formed body.
Her grief is numbing.

They send her flowers.

She feels broken.
He was stolen from them.
The grief feels unending.
She feels empty.
She walks on.
Each step forward.
For their child.

They send her flowers.

She paces the hallway.
Stands by the phone.
Waiting for the results.
Her mother prays.
What sentence will it be?
Will this disease claim her?
Like it claimed him.

They send her flowers.

All they are left with:
Photographs;
Memories;
And...
Bouquets of flowers.



Dear friends. Too many of their hearts are breaking just now. Mine breaks for them.
Thank you for the kindness and lovely comments on yesterday's Blip.