People stop and stare at the flowers on the pavement,
do they whisper answers to the unimaginable horrors
Crouching down to read the cards, gently laid upon the flowers on the pavement,
the place that once held a life cherished
Cruelly taken, bereft and broken
A purple candle flickers in the wind, still there amongst the flowers on the pavement, giving light where light was taken away
Some don’t pay heed to the flowers on the pavement, a chill blows through their bones
Flowers that will never grow, for a life we’ll never know on the pavement, bright blossoms give vivid life to cement
Flowers on the pavement, a sad and poignant statement, what it all means no one knows
Walk through the cold deserted pathways in and out of frost encrusted memory and stand by the flowers on the pavement, trying so hard not to be afraid
©John de Gruyther 2014
The World Outside the Window 