The FlowersA Poem by JE FalconLying on the gravestones are the flowers And the letters on the stones look the same. The dates set low on those stony surfaces And the largest letters spell the person's name.
As I look across the grounds, I see flowers, I know that there are graves below them, there, But all I see is this sea of bouquet color. I have no words; all I do is stand and stare.
I lay my flowers on the grave to the side of me And I offer up a heartfelt, simple, prayer. Then I talk to the one that lies asunder, As if they stand beside me, while I'm there.
"Goodbye," is the first word from my lips, "I'll miss you, your smile, and your laughter. Wait for me, if it is possible to do so, We'll walk together, down that road to ever-after."
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Added on October 20, 2022Last Updated on October 20, 2022 Tags: gravestones, colors AuthorJE FalconCAAboutI began writing poems and narrative poems as a hobby about 1970. I like writing in rhyme but have others. I published some poems and won some awards in the 1980's, mostly in quarterlies across the U.. more..Writing
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