Slowly they drive away; the mother’s heart goes with them

The pallbearers, father, husband, brother, uncle

Pain cutting into their faces as they take up their positions

The mother reaches out to stop them

 

The pallbearers, father, husband, brother, uncle

A firm hand moves to restrain her

The mother reaches out to stop them

A woman crosses over to hem her in

 

A firm hand moves to restrain her

Murmured words of sympathy

A woman crosses over to hem her in

She hears the sound of closing doors

 

Murmured words of sympathy

She recognises fear in other mothers’ eyes

She hears the sound of closing doors

With no experience of death, some smile shyly

 

She recognises fear in other mothers’ eyes

Pain cutting into their faces as they take up their positions

With no experience of death, some smile shyly

Slowly they drive away; the mother’s heart leaves with them.

 

Photo Credit: courtesy Unsplash Sandy Millar

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About Roz Hoek

Just like "Miss Hybrid Mealie, Late Maturity", I am a late maturing writer as well as a late maturing artist. Writing and painting give me so much joy, ease so much pain and have opened my life like nothing I have experienced in my 77 years. Writing our stories leaves a tangible legacy for those who come after us. I pray that I will be granted many more years to explore my life, and the lives of others through the media of writing and painting.