The Flowers

The Flowers

A Poem by JE Falcon

Lying 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."


JEF --- 12-13-2015

© 2022 JE Falcon


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There is a holiness akin to a cathedral on a plot of dirt where one's family or loved one is buried. A comfort and peacefulness resides there. And when we visit it's like taking a piece of the love they gave us in life back home. I enjoyed this poem very much JE.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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JE Falcon

2 Years Ago

Well said, Carlos, and I do agree. --- I'm happy that you like this memory.



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Cemeteries are so beautiful, horrifying, lonely and loving. Is there really any other place that can elicit so much emotion? Your poem brings all those thoughts to mind and so much more.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JE Falcon

1 Year Ago

Thank you, William, & best wishes to you. --- Sorry it took so long to respond, been busy with famil.. read more
Just beautiful! Your words are as soft as the quiet of a graveyard, as beautiful as the flowers that dress the name.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JE Falcon

2 Years Ago

Much thanks.
There is a holiness akin to a cathedral on a plot of dirt where one's family or loved one is buried. A comfort and peacefulness resides there. And when we visit it's like taking a piece of the love they gave us in life back home. I enjoyed this poem very much JE.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JE Falcon

2 Years Ago

Well said, Carlos, and I do agree. --- I'm happy that you like this memory.
My dad did this when my mom passed...
It tore me to pieces...they were married 70 years.
But even in death I feel she stood beside him.
a moving write.
j.

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JE Falcon

2 Years Ago

With some, this kind of meeting is a private thing, with others, it is what they must do. --- Thanks.. read more
Very deep and heartfelt. This is a picture I could see and feel. Nicely done.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JE Falcon

2 Years Ago

Thanks much.

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