I stood beside her,
…in her mourning.
   In the grief wrenching,
      soul shaking,
         silence.
She’d stood for hours,
    staring…
love, streaming down her cheeks.

But, in the end,
when he’d looked at her
…she knew,
and I stood beside her.

She’d seen him
…in the morning of his life
when breath was firmly grasped.
She watched him
as breath expired…
    on timber frame.
Now, soul shattered,
her mother’s heart is crucified.