Beyond the Cemetery Gate
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Written on May 28th, 2025 for Constance La France's Cemetery Contest. "Grief is the price we pay for love,": as stated by Queen Elizabeth II.
Withering weeping willows
shade wrought-iron gates,
creaking in the midst of a cool mid-autumn gale.
Starless, charcoal skies loom above,
as birdsong of nightingales drifts through the evening.
Coming upon a worn, dirt-laden path,
frost-burnt grass lines the edges,
beckoning me to mourning’s sorrow.
Marble statues of angels, frozen in prayer, greet me.
falling to my knees, I brush the crisp leaves from your grave,
tracing your name with my indebted fingertips.
Your presence floods back,
whilst tears coat floundering eyes.
I lay amongst lily-white chrysanthemums,
As my home became the cemetery
the moment your soul departed.
Copyright © Sara Jama | Year Posted 2025
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