Constance La France Poet Free verse

Sacred Are the Memories

a baby boy delicate, fragile, delightful
how our hearts hang heavily
          obtuse our thinking
depressed and restless, rejecting
            rage, rage, intoxication and delirium
why, why did a shard of shrapnel
stab our soldier boy-  the truth an awakening
his previous wandering
egregious in a bad, bad way . . . 
red roses wrapped in ribbons flutter in the breeze
why help the indigent-
the war-stricken, needy, and poor
            I am lost in a sea of stones, stones
wind wails as though weeping like a violin
weaving in the trees . . . 
             we had to mediate, reconcile, settle 
a resting place-    for this grown up boy
a place of honor with crosses in rows, rows-  endless rows
          or consecrate him in this place family blessed
with love for a son and brother-  forever engraved in stone
O, why is the grass so green, green in this graveyard
             sacred are the memories . . . 

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August 15, 2019


Poetry/Free Verse/sacred are the memories
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Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge 9
sponsor, John Hamilton

Third Place

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Vijay Pandit September 17, 2019 at 5:13 PM You always grace the winner's list, Dear Heart--congrats on your podium win. Constance La France September 17, 2019 at 7:08 PM Vijay, actually not always but proud I graced this one, thanks for the congrats.

John Hamilton September 12, 2019 at 10:13 AM Another beautifully sad write Constance, congrats on another win in my contest! Constance La France September 14, 2019 at 7:51 PM John, thanks for the contest and for my wonderful placement

Lin Lane September 12, 2019 at 4:37 AM Written with great emotion, as ever, Constance. Constance La France September 14, 2019 at 7:52 PM Lin, thanks for the compliment

Brenda Chiri September 12, 2019 at 12:55 AM Wonderful write my friend and a great win! Congrats!;) Constance La France September 14, 2019 at 7:52 PM Brenda thanks for the congrats

DM Babbit August 17, 2019 at 11:33 AM Truths lie in the emotion, hidden yet revealed. Constance La France September 14, 2019 at 7:53 PM DM, thanks for your visit and comment

Sandra Adams August 17, 2019 at 8:06 AM aside from miscarriage which was tough i cannot imagine the pain of losing a child...such a sad piece, it draws the reader in and shows them the loss and pain and paints the picture of his final resting place with so many other children lost...i think this one will do well in the contest, beautifully penned poignant poem...hugs :) Constance La France September 14, 2019 at 7:53 PM Sandra, thanks for the beautiful comment and for your compassion