21 Years

The first year

One candle on a perfectly frosted homemade cake

Laughter floating on the cool Autumn air

With joined hands,

Mother and father lovingly sing

Cameras flashing

A perfect snapshot in time

The 16th year

Sixteen candles on a store-bought cake

Anxiety and beeping monitors,

hang in the sterile air

With joined hands,

Mother weakly hums and coughs

Father quietly sings

The monitor flat lines

A snap-shot seared in time

The 18th year

One candle on a stale cupcake

Anger and depression lay heavily in the filthy air

With free hands,

Father opens another Bud Light

Mother’s stone chilled by Autumn air

The TV filling the silence

A snap-shot hardening the heart

 

The Funerals Of Ross And Clare Simons In Bristol
“The daughter looks at both parents Stones side by side.”

 

The 21st year

No candle

No cake

Sadness weaves in the frosted air

With shaking hands,

The daughter looks at both parents

Stones side by side

The pastor speaks to the only one present

A snapshot at the end