Cold Memories
Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Did he hear a tinkling tune
playing softly in the room?
On a cold and wintery morning,
footsteps echoed in the air
from the church the sound of singing
but he found no solace there.
All alone in life was he
lost without his family.
Through the streets came horse and
carriage.
Handsome groom and radiant wife.
Horse’s hooves clip clopped their
passage
for the start of married life.
Wife and son now gone to God.
Shattered bodies ‘neath the sod.
Softly downward white snow drifted
settling all across the park
wrapping all in a white blanket,
granite gravestones peeked out –
stark.
He bowed his head in dark despair
and still the music filled the air.
Tinkling music he heard playing
softly, somewhere in the room
from the music box he’d crafted
long before these days of gloom.
‘twas not him who wound the key.
Could this just a message be?
He reached up and touched their
picture
said – “I think of you with love,
every
day brings me much nearer
to
my family up above.”
Words gave solace – now he slept
Up above two angels wept.
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