Autumn leaves fall softly to the ground
The wind and rain strong against the crowd
Faces wet from the storm and grief
A brother steps forward to lay down a wreath
The woman by his side grieves for her youngest son
For all that is left now, is one.
He stands beside her as he holds her hand
She pulls it away to dab away a tear
She doesn't see him but he understands
As he whispers 'I love you' into her ear
He finally walks towards the light
But turns to see his family one more time
And smiles back at the child who waves goodbye
The last thing he hears, is his mother's cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very moving. Very haunting, paints a picture vividly of the scene...and displays the grief felt by those left behind...10+