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 . . . ____________________________ April 28, 2016 Poetry/Verse/Whispering Promise Copyright Protected, ID 16-127-223-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to Strand Select W sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention