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Beyond the Stone

I stood among the graves where the lilies grew wild
I was there a moment to pray for my lost angel child
Warm tears flowed down cheeks worn by sorrow and age
Buttercups grew yonder on a ridge with mint and sage

I knelt by the tiny mound of green sod to pray
I choked on the words I truly meant to say
Lonely for long begotten hugs froze my mind in repose
I held in my trembling hand a small yellow rose

With weathered fingers clawing at my chest I sobbed
For another angel in heaven my soul felt empty and robbed
I began to accept the pain as I stood alone
Feeling faint I arose to walk to my little girls stone

Watch over my heart my  Lord I prayed for I hurt never more
I stood there among the monuments of time empty and sore
I walked the glory trail then awaiting for her alone
Now God beckons me far, far beyond the stone

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Kabuteng P.Ink K. March 19, 2014 at 11:26 AM I couldn't help but be still as stone as I read this, Roger and just feel your very touching poem-- I couldn't help but try to be in the shoes of the people who I know have lost their child, & I can only imagine the pain, the heartbreak, your lines are so reflective of that & your last stanza, it gives such comfort to those who would be in the same place as you are in. I am deeply sorry for your loss, Roger :(

Nette Onclaud March 19, 2014 at 10:48 AM sadly beautiful, roger.. you have a way with words.. splendid!.. huggs

Darren Watson March 19, 2014 at 3:49 AM You feel poems like this deep down inside , So sad yet so beautiful .

Andrea Dietrich March 18, 2014 at 3:57 PM the title for this one is excellent. Finally to go with one's angel daughter. This is a wonderfully touching poem. Roger Hadden March 18, 2014 at 4:16 PM Thank you and God watch over you and yours.

Eileen Manassian March 18, 2014 at 3:10 PM What is harder than to lose a child...a loved one. What pain can compare...and yet, there is hope for a better day when death will be more..a reunion day! All tears will be wiped away... God bless.