Roses Upon A Grave Site

Roses Upon A Grave Site

A Poem by Your Tasty Field Advisor

Roses that sit on your table whither and die

Just as the very life within us does the same

As the same roses that sit on the grave represent where we lay.

 

    Her old, careing eyes were shut, away from the world

I remember her as she was, years ago when life was young

Caring hands that held me high when i was but a baby

but now her time has passed, her song has been sung.

 

Clear blue eyes, shut to the world for eturnity

Even now, I rememeber those summers, years ago

Wheer the home-made food was glorius and the stories never ended

Where I learned to just let go.

 

Tired eyes, full of wisdom, and years of life

Now I come to that same place 

Where so many memories were born

And I don't know how to let go of her caring face.

 

Roses that sit on my table within my heart die

they all die as I see her for the last time

lowered into the bowles of earth

And now I have to learn to leave it all behind.

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Your Tasty Field Advisor


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Beautiful , I admire your eloquence and comfortable handling of the many emotions you addressed in this poem. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


an amazingly majestic tributepenned with elegance love and compasssion. we don't have to let the past go just store it inside our hearts for the warmth of love as we require it. very lovely, mary

Posted 16 Years Ago


I am so sorry for your loss. I know how deep it hurts to love someone so very much and to lose them. I lost my mom, my dad, and my son passed too. I shall keep you in my prayers. Your poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us. Debileah

Posted 16 Years Ago


I am touched by such love, admiration, and sorrow in this piece. I am so sorry for your loss.

"Tired eyes, full of wisdom, and years of life

Now I come to that same place

Where so many memories were born

And I don't know how to let go of her caring face."


You don't have to let go of her face. She will always remain in your heart and memories. This is beautiful. Take care my friend.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Memories are the closest thing to eternal. Keep her there.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I cannot begin to express how this has made me feel. It is superb! I am sorry for your loss. You have been missed!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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dad, if you read this, you should know the facts before you start assuming that all the dark poems are about you. just saying that you arent always my muse to write thoes dark poems about. so, dont .. more..

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