A lone figure sitting on the floor
Staring at the smallest one there
He doesn’t say anything
He doesn’t move.
He is silent in a silent place
The place that no one speaks
People acknowledge others with a nod and a small look in the eye
Everyone understands why everyone else is there
Everyone understands a little of each other’s pain,
But no one understands it completely.
Everyone changes the flowers,
Removes the old and puts in the new.
Collects the water and fills up the vases
He just sits there
Alone with his memories,
All but a few but the most important in the world
The only things that he has
The only things he will ever have
He says a lot sitting there
Silent words from him to her
She will never answer him back but he will always think them
They will never be said out loud
But they will always be so important
They are a fathers words to his daughter!
We went to Rhianna Lily’s grave the other day, and her flowers needed changing. I walked down the little path in the graveyard to get some water to fill up her vase, as I was walking back up the path Mr L was sitting on the ground next to Rhianna’s grave deep in thought.
It was a really touching watching him and I came home and wrote this for the two of them.