The care taken at your final site,
grass is mowed and your stone is tilted right.
I bought you these flowers to kneel and lay.
I'm in town visiting, I have things to say.
It was hard to find the words for you,
I close my eyes and you cloud my view.
I still hear your whispered voice.
To my heart you're still it's choice.
It's behind my eyes you're never gone.
I'm here to say, I won't move on.
-
Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2026 04:56
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
Offline)
Comments2
a good write my friend, it states the emotion
Sad in its mourning a wistful feeling of loss so apt that we place cut flowers over graves. Nicely done
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.