October Angels
Chill air.
Cold breeze.
A crowd, all dressed in black.
Quiet, desolate.
Only the noise of playing balloons.
Somber faces.
Grieving faces.
They place the urns in the nook.
A gray marble wall.
Two baby girls put to rest.
A crowd, all dressed in black, looks up at the sky.
From behind a gray blanket, the sun peeks out –
as if to say, "are you ready for me yet?"
A warm breeze.
The mother looks up with a look of resignation.
Permission given,
the sun shines bright on an overcast day.
A crowd, all dressed in black, holding balloons.
Pink and white bubbles tugging on strings –
straining for release.
The breeze has calmed.
The sun stretches its yellow fingers.
The mother looks up, telling the sun to stay.
Clutching pink and white, she hesitates to let go.
Not ready for good-byes.
Slowly, with grief and cry
she lets them fly.
A crowd, all dressed in black, releases the swarm.
They watch silently.
Unspoken good-byes.
No word spoken,
No sound made,
No bird chirping,
No dog barking,
And only the sun smiles as it embraces its pink and white angels.
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Here with Me
By Dido
Release date: 07 August, 2001 |
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