Constance La France Poet Verse

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Whispering Promise

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;
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


Poetry/Verse/Whispering Promise
Copyright Protected, ID 16-127-223-0
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Sam Kauffman February 21, 2020 at 4:10 PM Such a lovely reflection on your journey in the journey of another soul. Pensive, melancholy yet full of promise to always remember George and leave flowers - sweet violets. By the way - January/February child, Happy Birthday. These too need to be remembered! Constance La France February 22, 2020 at 6:37 PM Sam, thanks for visiting with the lovely and the comment _Constance

Quoth Theraven February 21, 2020 at 9:58 AM Dear Heart, I love the whisper in this poem's prayer. I love the journey it depicted. The roots will bind us all one day.,fresh eyes will be left to wonder who we were. -Richard Constance La France February 22, 2020 at 6:38 PM Richard, thanks for visiting with the love and beautiful comment _Constance

Beata Agustin February 21, 2020 at 3:07 AM Thanks for sharing this.... making me miss my Mom whose death anniversary is nigh. Thanks likewise for my placement in your previously judged contest. God bless you. Constance La France February 22, 2020 at 6:38 PM Beata, thanks for visiting and the comment _Constance