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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Still Weeping Original poem - Verse - June 8, 2013 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. _________________________________________ Still Weeping The Makeover - Sonnet - March 15, 2015 Many came with flowers, rainbows of roses and lilies, Solemn people came and went, then it was calm; Snow fell upon me as I lay beneath the barren trees, It was quiet when father read me a lovely psalm. In a low voice father spoke to me so sadly for years, Then an old man came to me beneath the azure; Often my beautiful mother mourned me with tears, And soon she also came to be with me forever. With her sweet voice many times grandma came, Then she was with me and I soothed her fears; A little girl crooned Susie, my precious child name, Could this be the young woman who still weeps tears. She weeps and prays for all the names engraved in stone, All who lay with me where wildflowers have grown. ______________________________ March 15, 2015 Poetry/Verse/Sonnet/Still Weeping Copyright Protected, ID 03-654-292-15 All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France For the Standard contest, The Makeover, sponsor, Roy Jerden, Judged 04/2015 Second Place
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