The Whispering
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I came across an old cemetery today while exploring,
full of broken, toppled headstones and tangled weeds;
there was a deep hush, a whisper and a sigh, I felt tears,
my tears were falling for long dead souls forgotten.
a tree's roots are entwined around an old, tilted stone,
in loving memory of my husband George, born Feb, 1882;
oh, George you were loved very much once upon a time,
and will not be forgotten for his name is engraved.
I am of the age of Aquarius too, just like you George,
I love violets and everything purple, and I am so mellow;
oh, George were you a deep thinker, sensitive, creative,
I get hurt easily and I always want to help people.
Be at peace George in your decay and ravaged grave,
listen to the twittering of birds this bright sunny day;
promise, promise, I will be back to lay some purple violets,
forever now, dear soul, you will dwell in my heart.
Now, be still George, I heard your whisper . . .
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April 28, 2016 (Edit)
Poetry/Verse/The Whispering
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1078-613-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into Contest No 510, Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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