the funeral
At dusk, sky ever so slightly bronze, as birds on the mahogany tree ensconce. In distance the church bell tolls, as temporal redemption for dying souls. Soon the sky blankets with constellation, clouds silhouette moon in brief flirtation. Cricket's soliloquy never so eerily somber, the street lights a shade of deep amber. At long last the forgotten soldier returns, his lover's heart in sweet agony churns. They weep, hold hands and kiss, a toddler tugging at his wrist. As he hoist her, all his sorrow diffuse, she definitely had his eyes;he mused. His lover smiles as they walked arm in arm he was never more in love with his lady's charm. As the family walks towards their home, the owls hoot and desolately roam. The pall bearers carry three beautiful caskets, an array of flower arranged in little baskets. Mourners pray for reunion their afterlife. The funeral of a soldier , his child and his wife.