A Flower Marks the Spot

Not to be forgotten Never to be peacefully laid to rest Memorials for the fallen abound They are reminders that Pull at the heart strings And make everyone think Of the shortness of living An irreversible loss that can never be regained Nor allowed to be forgotten Is marked for posterity Street corners and roundabouts Are enshrined with flowers Tributes to those Loved but always taken so soon Away forever they have gone Often without a goodbye A solemn sight they are A constant reminder that Life has as its constant neighbour Death Him that may not control our destiny But reaps a harvest must selfishly Some are heroes and soldiers Fallen in battle Some are innocents occupying a grave When needed by a loved one All are visibly mourned And lovingly remembered A plaque Or an abundance of flowers Draws the eyes to Linger over a spot Where death called And was always reluctantly let in To have lost a brother or sister A friend A husband A wife A much needed companion Is often to feel loss so great No remedy can soothe a hurt So wrecking And all consuming Memories are all that are left Pilgrimage to that place of ending Always causes grief anew As you remember what was lost To be remembered is To live almost for ever Past the drawing of a last breath Extinguished often unfairly