A La Memoire
iron gates -
swing open on rusty hinges
the day cold and windy
the cemetery is old
with rows and rows
of headstones
and massive stone crypts
I love the statues-
weathered beautiful
fall crisp trees bending in prayer
and all the roads intersect
rough and cracked uneven with ruts
leaves brittle orange and red crunch
beneath my meandering feet
inscriptions a la memoire du everywhere
a trickling pond amongst the tombs
oh stop and contemplate the whisper
a gnarled tree protects your rest
the breeze takes my hair and my tears
mother such fathomless love but
your memory
is a dagger in my heart plunging
over and over again-
mother here repose in peace and I
who forever griefs and bleeds
will never let go never is eternity
and here I place a lip kissed
red rose oh the pain of the
grief-stricken _
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October 7, 2015
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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