Photography

Somethings

like grief

and loss

are best shared

rather than

held alone

healing takes time

maybe lifelong

even more reason

not to be on your own.

 

“Here there are carved words

On smooth milled stone,

Each letter, each word

A fragment of a life’s story

A memento to last an Eternity.

 

So many words worn away

By the hard edged rain

Of so many winters past.

Expressions of love, of duty done,

The reward of rest in heaven.

 

And the remembrance always

Of those who follow.

Followers themselves now dead

So that the grave lies forgotten.

And the words meaning lost.”

(excerpt On hearing of the death of Beryl Reuben.)

A concrete statue

Mary and child

on the place where

a wooden statue

once stood

a place of pilgrimage

in the medieval period

and before that

a celtic well

and there still grows

a Hawthorn tree

a “clutey” tree

and before that…

So young

So young

Lest we forget

those lives

And those

Bereft

It doesn’t have to be like this

fractured

when we share so much

It doesn’t need to be like this

brothers

We all have another way

together

Sisters.

Children.