By Jocelyn Hawes, Out Of School
We sit together as the day ends. Peacefully. Outside in her garden rain falls on a much loved garden. Tall trees and bright flowers are washed and water drips from branches and a small stream flows down. Our lives are entwined by a long friendship. Over forty years and probably more but who is counting. Her bright eyes have not been dimmed by her age. We talk about the present and the past. Her family and mine. The world as it is now and our hope for the future. I hold her hand in mine. Covid rules prevent us from hugging but our gentle touch is all we need now. She was born many years before me and celebrated her 100th birthday this year. One day we will part but she will live on in my heart forever. No more words are needed.