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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. ___________________ 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

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Date: 5/30/2017 9:46:00 PM
BW, this is another beautiful piece of work. I am glad you were recognized for this but I've got to tell you. This was hard on the heart. All I can do is choke back the tears and hope its a work of fiction. If not, I am so sorry. - Dean
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Date: 5/28/2017 9:15:00 AM
Congrats on your deserved placement. Thanks for sharing. Love you, my friend.
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Date: 5/28/2017 9:14:00 AM
Congrats on your deserved placement. "I guess loving is grieving....". Thanks for sharing. Love you, my friend.
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Date: 5/28/2017 9:14:00 AM
Congrats on your deserved placement. "I guess loving is grieving....". Thanks for sharing. Love you, my friend.
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Date: 5/28/2017 5:24:00 AM
Such beautiful sadness and sorrow, you tugged on the strings of my heart...Congratulations on your win
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Date: 5/28/2017 3:12:00 AM
Congratulations on your top place, BW, but I am really sorry you have experienced such deep sorrow.
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Date: 5/27/2017 11:02:00 PM
I followed your sad journal entry, weaving in and out of gravestones. So much suffering. Congrats on your top win. <3
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Date: 5/27/2017 10:14:00 PM
oh my sweet lady...you did it once again~ had me in tears id dismay. You always know when I need a good cry I guess...beautifully sad and remarkably expressed...thank you and congrats :)
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Date: 4/25/2017 3:04:00 AM
So sad, so unfair and so well written. Kai
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Date: 4/25/2017 7:20:00 AM
Kai, thanks for visiting my poem and for the compliment
Date: 4/24/2017 6:11:00 PM
Dear, dear BW, you did say "journal." I once wrote a poem for a friend who was driving and crashed. His mom died; he lived. "I could weave garlands at the edge of my pool of tears forever," I began the poem. You are a hero for surviving , going on ...I know babies go to heaven, as I know Jesus is my Lord & Savior. I hope that is some tiny comfort. This poem rips my heart
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Dear Heart
Date: 4/25/2017 7:23:00 AM
Anil, thanks for visiting, so sad about your friend, a hard thing to live with. My poem was the result of a visit to the cemetery and it always leaves me melancholy for what I have lost.
Date: 4/23/2017 10:02:00 PM
A very heart wrenching read, Constance! I use to go to cemeteries but I can't anymore! I find it too emotional these days!
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Dear Heart
Date: 4/24/2017 9:43:00 AM
Wolf thanks for visiting my poem. Yes, it is very emotional, and humbling, I do not go in real life often but in my mind I go every single day.