When love lies
I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters:
“Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.”
I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.
Sikat na Kabanata