Cemetery
Yesterday I took a drive,
Killing time.
I drove until
I found myself
At the cemetery.
I pulled down the familiar lane,
Stopped by the tree I knew,
Put the car in park,
Slid out of my seat,
And walked.
Ten yards,
Just ten yards.
There it was
The stone, the marker.
There it was--
There she was.
"I came by for a visit"
I said.
"I have some news
and I miss you."
I sat in the grass,
Traced the letters,
Felt the pain-
Felt the pain.
It had been years.
Yes, years had passed
But I still felt the hurt
Still felt the loss
Still held on.
I held on to the memories,
The moments,
The days in the sun,
The days of too much fun.
I held on to the hugs,
The embraces,
The support,
The love.
I sat in the grass
Suddenly a brighter shade of green,
More life in each blade.
I rubbed my fingers through the mess of Earth's hair,
And I felt closer.
Closer to her than I had in years.
She was there.
I was there,
And again all seemed well.
I wrote this in response to my visit to my grandma's grave yesterday. I went to sit and talk. It was nice to be there in the sun for once. Rest in peace Grandma! (10-07-2005) I love you!
ReplyDeleteAt a moments notice, the pain can come boiling up from the recesses of one's heart...it doesn't matter how long it has been. But yet, it is important to remember the enjoyable times.
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