Beyond the Cemetery Gate
Often, I open the cemetery gate to visit mother,
"I took the bus mother, the scenery was lovely;
I brought you a red rose from my own garden,
and now I stand weeping."
"Do not be sad daughter,
my time was finished;
you know I suffered,
now, I know peace."
(The birds are twittering.)
"oh but I miss you so much mother,
your voice, your touch, your love;"
"We had a wonderful life you and me daughter,
talking over tea, gardening, going for country drives."
"Oh, yes mother, I remember all that and so much more!"
(The leaves are whispering.)
"It is time daughter to let go,
do not dwell with the dead;"
"Mother, I wish that I could break this chain of grief,
so many lay with you beneath the cold earth."
" And we are all at peace, beyond all pain we dwell,"
(weeping) "I must go mother, I will back soon, promise."
(A red rose left, disappears.)
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September 5, 2016
Verse
Submitted to the contest, Best Sad Poem Ever II
sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
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