9:45am Monday 5th March 2018
A group of women are seen walking together to the arboretum area of Christchurch Park, Ipswich. They are laughing and chatting and looking for a tree. A tree that they have purchased and will on this day be dedicated to their children. Someone spots it! “There it is!” Yes, a beautiful Japanese Cherry Blossom tree. They gather round looking up at the tree with fragile buds almost ready to open, but not today.
Speeches are read. It is a cold morning and the women huddle together. They hear of a quote, ‘The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is today.” They listen closely in hope.
There is a sense of joy and triumph like pink blossom bursting forth making a dash for the blue sky. But beneath the surface there is a streak, a shadow just visible – if you look for it. Here is a deep sorrow that lies beneath all the brilliance of colour. The pain that each one of them secretly understands.
Song sheets are handed out and a piece of music is played.
“I am not a stranger to the dark
Hide away, they say
‘Cause we don’t want your broken parts
I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my sca