This afternoon

the sunlight is hard and coarse 
the clouds try desperately 
to blot it out.


The mourners are subdued 
as a rock concert crowd 
at the beginning 
of the saddest song.


Each person 
brings a flower: 
a shortened life 
like the girl 
in the white coffin.


Well-meant words 
fly aimlessly 
as pretty butterflies 
around the family.


A father stands, 
he's a teddy bear 
that's lost its favourite child.


A mother cries distraught
- an abandoned china doll 
in paradise.


And finally a son 
who can't keep wicket 
to his sister anymore.


Their grief is as stubborn 
as that hard sunlight
which reaches the ground today.