March Garden..
A sole bagpiper
Waits to perform
For another soul
This must of been his last wish
Old comrades occupy
A well trodden path
And bid him farewell
What they must think of us
Standing in the cold
Shivering
Waiting for Mum
We didn't know
Knocking on that door
Would see another life
Pass before our eyes
A kind gentleman
Comes out
'Someone is coming to see to you'
A door closes
Left outside again
Not even a room
To wait in
The cold rain seemed insessent
It wasn't going to stop
My hands were turning blue
I knew in that instant
Mum would be saying to me
'You don't eat enough to warm you
So much like me, so much like you
A gentleman approaches
Softly spoken
Carrying you in his arms
Wrapped all nice and warm
I want to carry you
Like you carried me
Keep you close to my heart
Keep you safe
The March garden approaches
We are given private time
Nobody can utter a word
Dad lays you into your beautiful resting place
And suddenly this little jar
Comes out from my pocket
And urges to catch you
Dad acknowledges my asking
And into that little jar
The heart of you falls
To stay with me forever
I quietly close the lid
And put you in my pocket
Never again for us to be apart
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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