Constance La France Poet Verse

'whispering Old Cemetery'

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,
           God took him, but he will not be forgotten, engraved.

And I am of the age of Aquarius too, just like you,
    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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May 17, 2020


Originally posted April 28, 2016


Poetry/Verse/'Whispering Old Cemetery'
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Funom Makama May 19, 2020 at 6:02 AM OOh dear... Oh dear! My heart is soaked in sober reflection. It's always a dark feeling to lose someone. This is a beautiful poem.

Aditi Mishra May 17, 2020 at 9:21 AM This is so touching. The memory of a deceased one and we will never know what they whisper in the afterlife. Beautifully written. Constance La France May 17, 2020 at 9:38 AM Aditi, thanks for visiting and for the compliment _Constance