Eternal Waltz

Beside another, recent lain
Dug before the morning rain
Laid in rows midst flowers and grass
Where hand-carved marble speaks of past

Blackbird seeking worm or grain
Eyes the earthen mound again
Whence abundant morsal found
In spoil fresh dug from sacred ground

Brief cessation of the showers
Sunshine gifts it's warming powers
Somber, dressed in wispy shroud
Whispered calls to every cloud

Dampened grass wears tinsel glister
For mother, father, brother, sister
Whose Mourners silent walk the drive
Parting as the cars arrive

Handshakes, kisses, reminisces
Comfort sons and little misses
Gather, solumn ’side the grave
Adults tearful, children brave

Casket edging from its hearse
Nature opts to show its worst
Heavens open, pours torrential
Mourners stoic, reverential

For Gran and Gramps met in the war
Chance encounter Indian shore
Oft to tell despite the warm
Danced till night beneath a storm

Then beneath a leaning palm
Neither heeding risk of harm
She succumbed to young man's wishes
Shared the first of many kisses

Lowered now to Grandpa's side
Grief outshone by family pride
As Grandma grasps the binding tie
Of he in whom she feared no lie

One love, his wife, his children's mother
Never danced with any other
Ever gallant went before
To guide her hand to heaven's door

And like that storm of Asia past
Sun tames cloudburst near as fast
Wispy mists of dampness warmed
Dance ethereal, barely formed

Vapours of the afterlife
Moonlit glimpses, man and wife
Romance colours all our thoughts
Of Gran and Gramp's eternal waltz
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Mcconnell Avatar
November 2, 2018 at 4:00 PM
Good write Terry, showing much promise here. Real good rhyme and flow throughout.
Flood Avatar
November 2, 2018 at 4:06 PM
Thanks, Gordon. A rare break from ‘tongue in cheek’ for me.
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