Touch Eternity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A free-form poem that exposes my heart’s secrets every time I visit my Grandpa at the Santa Fe National Cemetary.

Submitted: August 24, 2018

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Snow was thick upon the ground

the day I came to visit,

and winter’s chill was in the air,

mingled with the smells of Christmas,

crisp and spicy, invigorating...

yet subdued with earthen undertones.

Pine and holly served as decoration

meant to brighten the spirits of passers by

in the quiet that sinks bone deep

when you come to such a place.

Marble sentinels of purest white

stood watch on every side

mute witnesses to a myriad of tears

peppered by unseen joyous reunions.

I thought to penetrate the damp,

pull back the layers of separation

and see you one more time -

but I bit my lip and settled for stone, 

a carved and polished epitaph

the substitute I must live with

until it’s my turn to reach with icy fingers 

and somehow touch eternity...


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