Still Weeping
Many came with flowers,
rainbows of roses and lilies,
solemn people came and went.
And then it was quiet,
the white snow fell upon me,
as I lay waiting in my eternal peace.
In a low voice father spoke,
with tears so fondly all those years,
then an elderly man came to be with me.
Often my beautiful mother came,
so mournful she came on the coldest days,
then one day she came to be with me forever.
Many times grandmother came,
oh, I remember her sweet, lovely voice,
then she came one dark night to be with me.
Many times a little girl came,
she crooned my precious name, Susie,
her eyes so dark and sad with weeping tears.
And even now, so often,
a woman comes with raven hair falling,
could this be the little girl who is still weeping.
I hear the names she whispers,
she does not cry just for me but for all,
who lay with me beneath the grass, rain and snow.
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June 8, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Still Weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 06-484-195-08
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, latest
sponsor, Nathan D, Judged 06/29/2013
Seventh Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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