LOVING MORE NOT LESS

Plot the constellations of your loved ones.

The memories that sun can map to bone.

The quiet touch of your wife.

Your children’s faces as they made for it on the run, under threat of a tickle …

The blessings that love gave you.

Waiting by the stairs, as front door opens into the fierce grief of your wife and the disbelieving numbness of Tom and little Sarah.

‘…deep in your hearts he’ll will always be with us. Never forget that.’

Surrounding them with all the love you can muster.

Softly singing the psalms of letting go.

As outside a rustle of leaves spirals upwards in an autumnal breeze’s twist…