Journal Entry, April 23, 2017
I went to the cemetery today to visit my beloved dead,
followed the tree lined road to the big grey rock;
and the weeping maple tree and turned on a small path,
that in time led me to my family grave site.
It dwells in the middle of the old cemetery in the shade,
of many trees and towering faded monuments;
I stood there looking at the names engraved in stone,
and my heart was heavy and I was soon weeping.
In order, is my sister Suzanne, who died in childhood,
I remember that day still like a well played movie;
like slow motion she slips under the wheels of a truck,
and my mother is screaming as she holds my hand.
Next, is my baby boy, born perfect but dead,
my heart was ripped out of my chest that day;
I thought, I would never, ever recover, but somehow I did,
still I never forget the day we buried him- I sang a lullaby.
My husband is not buried here, his family wanted him,
with them, I can understand that, but its a long journey.
next, my dad left me, quiet, I never had a chance to say bye,
and then mom, her years of pain over at last.
Not far, my grandparents are buried side by side,
and my favorite uncle who died way too young;
I know the sadness will stay with me for days and days,
I guess loving is also grieving, and so I do and do and do.
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April 23, 2017
Verse/Journal Entry, April 23, 2017
Copyright Protected, ID 894906
Submitted to the contest, Poem Written in April
(Not For A Contest)
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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