Another one has fallen

A friend

A brother

The son of a grieving mother

Gathered around the sleek black box

The flag sits on top

The sickening smell of flowers fills the space

The classic ‘I’m sorry’ given through a vase

The melodies of windchimes blow softly in the breeze

The musical dings flowing with ease

Muffled cries escape

Trying to remain quiet

Wishing they could just grieve in private

But there is beauty in the pain

In the darkest moments

There is something big to gain

The deepest form of love

That can only be felt through the drop of a tear

The comfort of hearing someone say

“I am here”

The warm embrace lets it be known

That no one will ever completely be alone

The love creates a promise of a better tomorrow

One filled with a little less sorrow

One day the pain will soften

And together we can make sure they are never forgotten