Whispers Flutter
In my mind your whispers mumble,
and reminders of your deaths make me crumble;
oh, I have tried to let go but often stumble.
and now any death makes me humble !
Always inside my heart I hear you mutter,
but my spirit and soul is so full of clutter;
yet, I want to hold onto the words you utter,
like they are fragile birds that flutter !
In the cemetery this day there is deep hush,
and the scene before me is green and lush;
today, God has used his best paintbrush,
oh, listen to the sweet song of a thrush !
But, beloved family I am weary of this lament,
please stop your whispers of torment;
that leave me broken and my soul with a dent,
oh, in my wandering mind your graves I frequent !
To stare, sigh and cry at your engraved stone,
to bleed tears and weep all alone;
now, I tell you that I am letting go in a moan,
and turn away still hearing your pleading groan !
But, I must, must, must is my sigh,
while your whispers and pleas fade and die;
and above me is a perfect azure blue sky,
and as I walk on- I am followed by a butterfly !
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July 15, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Whispers Flutter
Copyright Protected, ID 07-137-331-15
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Whispers
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 07/27/2021
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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