Sunday, November 13, 2011
The Woman Behind the Stone
The snow, soft and moist like the kind a child would make snowballs with, frames the cold cement.
We can see it's reflection as we approach.
Hear the crunch beneath our footsteps.
Feel the sun shining, and the cool breeze lightly kissing the cheeks of the children
Her hands, bigger than they had been last time she approached, yet still so small, clutch the stem of the sign that she would soon push into the earth next to the stone. The sign, and it's twin...the identical sign that she would bring home with her to keep...represent the things that were most important to each of them.