One Year Later

Each in turn, we scoop up dirt, and toss it down the hole,
It splatters off and settles down, 'round the wood below,
A surreal setting as prayers pervade, the words in air still float
My ears pick up the sing-song words, the final mournful note.

My Mother asks, "depart this place" her weariness beats proud,
To venture off, regain her poise, before we face the crowd,
A multitude will soon rejoin, in festive mood, relief,
And close we all rejoice, embrace, a simple grief release.

We place the pain upon a shelf and go on with our lives,
To forget about the hurt, the grief, life severed as w'knives,
But then again, the scab is torn, the blood and pain protrudes,
Lest we forget, HIS love still heals, and hope with faith renews.

From Katy, Frank sighs through tears, "What a year...."

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