By Susan Sutherland
A young girl silently lays a single red rose amongst the many flowers. A mother tenderly kisses her baby, shielding him with a protective arm. The air, heavy with the scent of lovingly laid tokens of compassion. Grief is potent; it stirs the soul either into despair or into action.
We stand united in grief. Together in hope.
A city’s broken bones and sinews exposed by grey scaffolding, its heart ripped apart by hate. A city broken? No! Manchester, my city, united in love. Grief will not lead us into despair; we will be stirred into action.
Silent defiance. Standing firm.
Wonderful imagery. A very moving story. A real winner!
Beautifully done. My home city, too.
Thanks for the lovely comments. Standing in St Anne’s Sq seeing all the flowers was such an emotional experience. I had to write about it.