Just the one has come through and flowered.
I would have thought I'd be upset about that, but it feels kind of right.
This poem was written on the front of the order of service when we went to the communal ceremony at the west road. It made me sob.
The world may never notice
If a snowdrop doesn’t bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,For all eternity
Touches the world in some small way