Description: a few words in memory of my mother & father
a short visit -------------------------------------------
a visit to your grave
On Memorial day
to put flowers in a vase
on your head stone
to say hello and goodbye
all in the same day
it leaves me with cold chills
and heart broken
i'm not sure what to say.
I can't believe ten years have passed
sense you left us
standing by the roadside
I miss you both.
It wasn't that long ago
you told me you loved me so.
I love and miss you with all my heart
I remember your face
I remember your soft kisses,
I remember your hands holding me so tight
as if to never let go.
And I honor you by being the wife
to my husbund to this day your words still
ring in my head.
I love you my you my sweet daughter
Yes he love me mom I know it was your
Yes dad he's take good car of me
He's keeping the promise he made to you.
so in these last few words your
Memories will live in heart forever
another day passed don't worry I' am ok.
I stumbled over this poem today... I like its message.
I used to visit graves I knew, but now, no... not so much. I prefer the graves of strangers... they feel closer to me than the ones I knew.
I have a friend who told me something this past year that I've thought about almost daily. The Dead Don't Know Anything Anymore, They No Longer Worry or Care, They No Longer See Us or Watch Us: You feel completely Alone, because you ARE Completely Alone.
I tried to argue that point with her, while she just let me vent... I raged and argued, I didn't want to believe it. When I presented all my theories, she just shook her head and said, "If the dead could see us, Jen, they'd be miserable and never rest.... they would worry and constantly agonize over us. How could they be happy, knowing how badly we hurt for them? And Death is Rest. So, they can't know anything about us anymore."
Today I believe her... other days, not so much. It comes and goes, like ghosts do.
Very deep and sad I feel like I could relate to you but for the good and bad I can't. You changed your sadness into a great piece of work. It was a bit confusing sometimes but I guess that's because this hasn't happened to me yet.
A sad poem...but the loss of our loved ones is always sad. You have expressed your vulnerability beautifully because it is so simple. Sometimes the greatest beauty of a piece is not so much the words or the flow or how it is constructed etc but the fact that the writers vulnerability is expressed. Thank you for sharing your broken heart and allowing others to see a part of what has shaped it.
I don't think that it's so much that the flow was off or that the poem was adversely affected. It was a change in rhythm, but I think of it as an interlude. A piece of music with in a piece of music if you will.
This was pretty good i like th estart of the poem and the ending the middle seemed to be a little shackie it seemed to lose it flow in the middle other than thta the poem was very good. It has a great meaning behind it.well hope to hear from you. keep writing.