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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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Date: 10/7/2015 6:14:00 PM
Very painful Constance. You write so perfectly invoking deep sad emotions.
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Date: 10/7/2015 5:53:00 PM
You have captured perfectly the beauty, the sadness,and the darkness that comes from one who mourns. Excellent. Blessings Carl
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Date: 10/7/2015 2:42:00 PM
when the pain feels like its too much to bare....please remember all the care....that your HOME did produce....that is the only way grief wont be able to seduce....;)
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Date: 10/7/2015 2:40:00 PM
The pain of your loss is still so raw -such intense sad imagery it brought a lump to my throat:-( hugs jan xx 7
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