I know this may sound odd, but I love graveyards. Some people think they are scary but I find them rather peaceful and sacred. Like a connection with the afterlife. Who wouldn't want that connection? I sat pondering life and how much I take it for granted. I observed a scene that I would like to share with you:
A car pulls up blank and slow
She is here once again for him belowKneeling beside a simple gray stone
Her head she bows and prays alone
A small yellow flower she places on the sideand yet again the tears soon slide
Not only for hurt, misery and pain
But jealousy for his glorious gain.
On her finger she twists a golden band
and traces his name with her frail small hand
Her heart beats tenderly, peaceful and true
and whispers softly, "I'll soon come to you."
that's a pretty poem
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