The Leather Pouch
Six weeks had passed
since that knock,
the half-expected shock
that fades to cold compliance.
Then
she found it
His leather pouch, with some money in.
Coins, tiny pebbles of silver and bronze,
that took her to the place
where his blood soaked into the ground.
Reaching into its depths
she feels its velvet touch.
She closes her eyes and wonders,
in elongated moments,
what he saw.
The chaos and death,
the wheeling birds
cutting through emotionless clouds
laden with snow for winter's dawn.
The skies opened
the rays of maternal, eternal love
shine through the tears
and she feels the first soft touch of peace.
Tim Fellows 2018
Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay
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