Flowers on a Grave

A story in poetry form about death

It's dark and cloudy at this time of day
And a man walks into his child's room
To see why his little girl is so quiet right now
Instead of laughing on the phone like how it used to be that way.

The father of this little girl cries out in horror
For he sees something that no father should;
The man sees his daughter hanging from a rope
Not aware of how the little girl's thoughts was her murderer.

"Honey.. What’s wrong?" His wife's voice rings through the air
But the man can't answer because he is taking down the rope
So he can hold his daughter at least for one more time
Before he has to say good bye to her while the memories will always be there.

The father runs his fingers down his little girl's face
Choking on his breathing as the mother walks in-
She shrieks in shock as water washes down her cheeks
Wondering how death of her daughter is the result of this new place.

The husband and wife or father and mother
Peer up at each other, tears stinging their eyes
The father holds his dead daughter close to his chest
While his mother howls in pain, not able to control this crusher.

Meanwhile across this very town, a boy enters his room
Hearing his phone go off-
He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows confused
Before he opens his phone to read the message just as his heart drops with a boom.

The boy clenches his fists, and grits is teeth
Walking over to the wall to punch a hole
But that doesn't help ease the pain that he now knows
Because the girl he loved is now deceased.

The boy paces back and forth, anger swelling up inside
Before he throws the pillow from his bed
Revealing a gun that would make him join his love
For all he has to do is pull the trigger that his head is beside.

"I know you wanted me to stay my sweet Bell
But I can not live with out you for any time."
The boy says to himself
Before closing his eyes and shooting the gun to end his battle.

The grandmother from her room hears the noise
Jumping from how loud the sound created
While hurrying to see what was the cause
Only to find the remains of a young boy's choice.

The grandmother-strong and not one to ever cry
Stares at her grandson that she has always loved
Now dead with a pool of blood on the floor
Not even able to say her good bye.

This breaks your heart when she notices the phone,
Her fragile hands picking up the device
As she reads the message that is still on the screen
Andy, I love you, but this town hates me. I can't stay here. I'm done.

Andy's grandmother falls to the ground
Weeping, her grey hair falling in front
For the boy that she raised his now dead
And there is nothing left to make the world go around.

Inside Andy's house, his grandmother calls the cops
While inside Bell's house, her father makes the call
The three that found their little boy or little girl
Wait by the door for the police to give their thoughts.

The police say it's another suicide
And how they are sorry for the loss,
But they don't understand the father's pain
Or the grandmother's sorrow that remains inside.

Within the next week, two funerals can be found
Everyone dressed in black
Tears running down
For there are two burials of teenage kids going into the ground.

The ashes and the corpse of loved ones remain
Below the piled dirt, inside the coffin
While the father watches people put flowers on the grave
He stays behind trying not to break and go insane.

When the others finish, they leave with muffled cries
While the father still stands by the grave's very side-
He takes a kneel upon the ground, kissing the dirt
While placing a rose upon the soil holding up his disguise.

"Bell.. You will be missed" The father chokes out
"I love you dear." He says before turning his back
The tears again threatening to fall
As he walks away from his daughter's grave wondering if this was what life was really about.

At Andy's grave,
His grandmother places a flower and his favorite item
That holds the type of boy Andy was
While she tries to stay brave.

The words slip past her wrinkled lips,
"Andy you were the best grandson I could of asked for
You will be surely missed but now you can join your mother"
And as these words spill, so does the truth of all life's tricks.

The grandmother turns around, not wanting to cry
Before she walks down the cemetery's path
Not looking back at all the flowers on his grave
For she knows this won't be the last time she says her good bye.

The grandmother and the couple cross each other's path
Both looking up, giving a sad smile to the other
While no words came out, their eyes told the whole story
On how their funerals have made all three of them feel like broken glass.

The couple of Bell and the grandmother of Andy
Are just few of the people who know
What it is like to put flowers on a grave
For a loved one that became empty.