Roses Upon A Grave SiteA Poem by Your Tasty Field AdvisorRoses 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.
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Added on July 24, 2008AuthorYour Tasty Field AdvisorAboutdad, 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..Writing
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