Whispers From Beyond
Listening for whispers from beyond the grave.
So hard to hear for the mortality slave.
Wind blows a chill thru the winters trees.
Hands clasped in prayer I'm on my knees.
Denial on my lips disbelief in my heart.
Scared and alone my world torn apart.
A pastor speaks standing beside you.
I know you're gone but don't want it to be true.
Who are these strangers standing around.
Inch by inch you're lowered into the ground.
Everyone says, " I'm so sorry for your loss. "
Can't they see I'm on an ocean that I can't cross.
If I close my eyes and listen really hard.
I can hear you say, " go play but stay in the yard."
Memories hurt Mom and I don't want to cry.
Please don't go I don't want you to die.
I know I can't stop it there's nothing I can do.
You'll just have to live on in my memories of you.
Now I have to find a way to be strong and brave.
Keep listening for whispers from beyond the grave.
Written on 3/24/16
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016
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