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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Author:
Cassie58 (
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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. 🌹
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. 🌹
The tragic loss of a child can take years of a parent's life from grief. a sad but well penned poem Cassie. 🌹
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.
incredibly sad & then some .. who could not possibly be touched and deeply by such an experience ..
Neville
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.
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.
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.
Beautiful composition, sad and profound
Thank you so much for your thoughts. Much appreciated Alan R.
Wonderful words Cassie, it is amazing that what thoughts come to us when sitting in Nature's realm.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your visit. I appreciate your thoughts. All the best.
A really moving piece, Cassie.
Thank you Tom for sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated.
Absolutely beautiful work!
Thank you John for your appreciation of this piece. Means alot.
Beautiful, those we love are always close, no matter how far 🙂
Thank you for stopping by sunshine. Pleased you called.
Thank you for another beautiful poem!
Wow. Amazing painting of the scene. Great work.
Thank you so much Thomas. I appreciate you.
A very sad and
heart rendering
poem, 😢
wonderfully woven
poetess, thank you
for sharing,
beautifully expressed!! 👌
Best wishes 🐦 🤗 🌹 Thad
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