Garden of Angels

I recently went to the cemetary to visit my brother's tree. This is a story of a friend of his.

I lie here in the Garden of Angels,

Untouched and unbothered for years.

They left me here alone.

 

People pass by me

To see their loved ones.

I remain alone.

 

Surrounded by flowers.

I have none.

I remain alone.

 

The trees stand tall

And bear their fruit.

I remain alone.

 

Through storms and disasters,

Through tears and despair,

I remain alone.

 

But wait,

Here someone comes.

Will I remain alone?

 

They pass by me,

Looking for their brother's tree.

I am still alone.

 

But they double back.

They clean me, refresh my spirits.

I am left alone.

 

Once again, I am alone,

But this is different,

Now I have hope.

 

There are good ones out there,

And they will return.

I will not be alone,

Not forever.

 

“I didn’t know who it was, but I had to do it.”

     ~My sister

Author's Note

I recently went to a cemetary to visit my brother's tree. We were looking at all the flower displays on the other graves and saw one that had been forgoten. It had no flowers, and was almost hiden by dirt. So, naturally, we cleaned it up and went home happy with our good deed.
This is only my second poem, so I don't expect to be good. Please leave some constructive critisism in the reviews! Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

Beautiful Abbey!! Carefully, I am brought through a range emotions with short and sometimes specific exaggerations of how these emotions make you feel at the present time they are felt. I never saw your sister in the physical sense, but rather saw her how she affected choices and views you had. That, in itself, was what respect FOR her demanded..... and in the end it proves to protect that precious heart of yours. I can't help but miss my grandparents right now, and selfishly wish for a hug. Love how you broke the poem up like you did and how they are in these groups of three. If my OCD could be summed up in 3 different things, it would be 1, 2, 3!! lol Love three's and Love how descriptive and real your imagination is!! Beautiful, Abbey..... xoxo -Mark

[Krista Weiss]

Aww! This is really sad but the really cute!! Good job! :)

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This is certainly the most touching poetry someone could write! I loved it! 100/100

[Westminster Abbey]

Really? That means alot! Thank you! ^.^

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You're welcome! :)