Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

The Flowers

I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
I tend the flowers every sunday
Making sure they keep

You aways took care of the roses
Now they're taking care of you
Your grave is covered by dozens
Though I only planted a few

Rain or shine your flowers grow
While others don't survive
The way they did in your garden
Back when you were alive

Some people call it a miracle
As they come to watch them grow
But I know you feed the flowers
With the love that's in your soul

I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
But when it rains it almost seems
The flowers begin to weep

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Robert A. Dufresne March 9, 2012 at 6:02 PM man this one is very touching , Larry. You hav edone an exquisite job of feeling description by what was said and not said. it is beautiful.

Ralph Taylor March 9, 2012 at 9:18 AM Sad and moving, Larry. Awesome picture of intense devotion. Great job, my friend. Best to you and yours. Have a great weekend. God bless and be well. Ralph