Slowly they drive away; the mother’s heart goes with them
The pallbearers, father, husband, brother, uncle
Pain cutting into their faces as they take up their positions
The mother reaches out to stop them
The pallbearers, father, husband, brother, uncle
A firm hand moves to restrain her
The mother reaches out to stop them
A woman crosses over to hem her in
A firm hand moves to restrain her
Murmured words of sympathy
A woman crosses over to hem her in
She hears the sound of closing doors
Murmured words of sympathy
She recognises fear in other mothers’ eyes
She hears the sound of closing doors
With no experience of death, some smile shyly
She recognises fear in other mothers’ eyes
Pain cutting into their faces as they take up their positions
With no experience of death, some smile shyly
Slowly they drive away; the mother’s heart leaves with them.
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