Roses Left Upon the Grave

Heads hung low
   they withered and died
Condemned
   though they'd not sinned

Clipped red roses
  placed at graveside
Their sweet fragrance 
  pilfered by the wind

Cold white marble
     wet from tears cried
Etched name caressed
    heart deeply chagrined
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Goldsmith Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 9:12 AM
Congratulations on your win. What a wonderful yet very sad story/write. Have a blessed day..................
Lane Avatar
November 17, 2021 at 10:11 AM
Thank you, Paula. I noticed this contest so just entered something I'd written near the end of my time here.
Warrior Avatar
June 24, 2018 at 10:23 AM
Awesome Laney!...love & light...^WW^
Lane Avatar
June 24, 2018 at 5:58 PM
Merci beaucoup, WW.
Cunningham Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 12:00 PM
Anyone who's attended a funeral will see this powerful image. Well written Lin. Tom
Cunningham Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 4:34 PM
I remember you told me Jan, where there's a will there's a relative, how true that is. Lin check out billys revenge if you got a moment, think you'll like it.
Lane Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 2:54 PM
The dead know nothing of flowers. Thank you, Jan.
Allison Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 1:08 PM
love your reply Lin. I worked in insurance and relatives would turn up with 'penny policies' and be very disappointed when they got a few pounds and not a nest egg from a relation they barely saw:-( My philosophy is if they can;t buy me flowers when I'm alive they are no darn use when I'm dead:-( hugs Jan
Lane Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 12:04 PM
They are just the saddest things, Tom, whether death was expected or not. It only seems to hurt family members. If people wanted to visit, they should've done it while the living breathed.
Allison Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 11:57 AM
I have a huge lump in my throat at your sad sad imagery Lin, makes me so glad there are to be no flowers at all at my funeral:-) hugs jan xx
Lane Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 12:02 PM
Thank you for feeling this one, Jan. I'm not at all sure how or why it presented itself to me, but there it was.
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