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Comfort for the Living, Given By the Dead

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

Tags: Death, And, Comfort

This is darker than most things I write, but it came to me one night and decided to share it.

It was promted by hearing the quote at the end of my poem.
as I was watching "Criminal Minds"

You never know where inspiration will come from!

Submitted:Sep 23, 2012    Reads: 30    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Comfort for the Living, Given By the Dead

Lay me down in a satin bed

place a pillow beneath my head.

Dress me in my very best,

hands folded across my chest.

Every hair combed in place,

soft pink blush upon my face.


Though life for me isnow finished;

My spirit can never be diminished.

Embedded within your brain,

images of me do you sustain.


Flawless wilI I in mind dwell,

in all sweet stories that you tell.

Mistakes I made are never said;

kind words are spoke instead.


Until your light is extinguished,

Love will not be relinquished.

Once you are no longer here,

to remember me or shed a tear,


or need me to ease your pain;

will I leave you, so don't disdain.

Just think of me and I am there;

In the breeze that strokes your hair.

"The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living."



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