A poem for you

The grave stands alone in the ramshackle church yard

clean and fresh, words cut in stone, clear and scarred,

cellophaned Tesco flowers with handwritten notes of love,

scattered among the wet grasses and the well trodden mud.

Cold wind picks up speed and dampness fills the space,

a dogs warning bark carried from a unknown, far-away place

dads graveside resting place falls silent once again

as we take the longest walk we have ever had to wend,

dressed in Sunday best, all looking smart and neat,

leaving our precious dad behind, a family incomplete.

Submitted: December 25, 2009

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This is such a beautiful and well written poem. and truly touching. An excellent write

Fate z

Fri, December 25th, 2009 10:19pm


Thank you, your comments mean a lot.

Fri, December 25th, 2009 10:39pm

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