Memories
Fresh flowers on a grave, indication of memories not lost?
My journey down the cemetery pathway,
making my way to a loved ones grave.
So many forgotten soles here, tombstones all shapes and sizes,
like ones unique personality.
Sitting at a grave to my right, a young lady,
softly sobbing, wiping tears from her eyes,
was it her husband, mother, perhaps a child?
My heart filled with sadness, yet a smile on my face,
knowing a loved one's memory, is alive and well.
A beautiful majestic tombstone to my left,
I never once seen flowers on that grave.
So many tombstones choking from last winters debris,
dead leaves, some covered, the tall ones seem to cry,
remember me.
That is the most painful part of my weekly journey,
the part I dread, so many forgotten memories dead.
A smile comes upon my face, as I reach my loved ones grave,
I know my memories for her will never be lost,
as I kneel and place fresh flowers on her grave. |
