We Drink in Amber Bubbles

We drink in amber bubbles.

Remembering the life force you once had.

The life force you alone, extinguished.

Yet,

we fill

our soul

with gifts of time.

Like George Bailey’s guardian angel

who points out

the time George saved his brother, who fell through the ice.

It made George deaf.

The time when your mother dropped the crystal glass and cried.

You swept up her tears.

The time when Mr Gower the chemist lost his son and drank. And drank.

Your watchful eye

prevented him

from mis-prescribing arsenic.

You never told a soul.

The time when you saw old Mrs Fletcher in the shop.

Counting her change. Twice.

You pretended she dropped a note on the floor.

You tapped her shoulder.

She looked back.

You never told a soul.

We drink in amber bubbles.

Your gifts of time to us.

You had a wonderful life.