Here, Sit I

Cassie58

i do not know you 

yet I’m drawn to sit beside 

this moss stained stone 

here in shade where pine cones fall 

drenched by April’s constant rain 

here I sit where songbirds’ notes 

sing mournful songs from tiny throats 

where bluebells gather at your feet 

and ivy clings to dampened ground  

here beneath forget me nots 

your buried bones reach out to me 

i swear I heard a muffled cry 

here i sit alone with thoughts 

of why a child should breathe her last 

of why a child from decades past 

should early die 

 

should touch my heart 

an open grave 

should kiss my cheek 

as I walk by 

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Comments10

  • Teddy.15

    The very vision of walking past a child's grave, stunningly written with emotion and all. It happened to my own mother she never did recover eventually she died young too. A very graceful piece dearest Cassie, and yes there is something much darker when they are children. Kudos. 🌹

    • Cassie58

      An old Victorian cemetery which is no longer used. Mother Nature has completely taken over. That visit inspired this write Teddy. Thank you so much for your comment. Hope your day has been kind to you. 🌹

    • Accidental Poet

      The tragic loss of a child can take years of a parent's life from grief. a sad but well penned poem Cassie. 🌹

      • Cassie58

        Happened all the time during the Victorian era sadly AP. This poem was inspired by a visit to a very old cemetery which has been reclaimed by Mother Nature. Many thanks for your visit.

      • Neville


        incredibly sad & then some .. who could not possibly be touched and deeply by such an experience ..

        Neville

        • Cassie58

          Victorian cemetery, sadly many children buried there. Heartbreaking to think they had no antibiotics in those days. Something we take for granted. Thank you Neville.

        • sorenbarrett

          This poem speaks powerfully to any parent where a child should not go before them. A mournful sadness I would wish on no one. The poem is somber, dark and at the same time carries a tone of love and missing someone that never ripened. Beautiful in the same regard it calls out to the listener.

          • Cassie58

            Inspired by a visit to a Victorian cemetery, before antibiotics was discovered. So many children died young. Thank you so much Sorrenbarrett, for your visit.

          • Alan R

            Beautiful composition, sad and profound

            • Cassie58

              Thank you so much for your thoughts. Much appreciated Alan R.

            • Goldfinch60

              Wonderful words Cassie, it is amazing that what thoughts come to us when sitting in Nature's realm.

              Andy

              • Cassie58

                Thank you Andy for your visit. I appreciate your thoughts. All the best.

              • Tom C Dylan

                A really moving piece, Cassie.

                • Cassie58

                  Thank you Tom for sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated.

                • John Prophet

                  Absolutely beautiful work!

                  • Cassie58

                    Thank you John for your appreciation of this piece. Means alot.

                  • sunshine777

                    Beautiful, those we love are always close, no matter how far 🙂

                    • Cassie58

                      Thank you for stopping by sunshine. Pleased you called.

                      • sunshine777

                        Thank you for another beautiful poem!

                      • Thomas W Case

                        Wow. Amazing painting of the scene. Great work.

                        • Cassie58

                          Thank you so much Thomas. I appreciate you.



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