AR HYD Y NOS
does the beauty make it
easier to bear, for
a scene plays out whilst
you, rest there
country frost and birdsong
green
beneath an ancient tombstone
screen
tucked down beneath the
mountain firs, and
benevolent church of aging
years
sad eastbound moon in early
dusk
a white soft glow in cold sky
husk, and
the stained glass lit a twinkly
bright
to comfort you through all the
night
so yes, there is a beauty here
small comfort that you rest, so
near
tis the last scene you and I
now share
in a place so picture perfect
fair, so
care not for these tears son
they shall fall now till this life is
done, but
know I find a small peace here
on the crumbling bench, whilst
you lie so near
and yes, there is a beauty here
beneath that old stone angel's
care
tis the last scene you and I
now share, and
tis a scene so picture perfect fair
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Comments
Dear Marion, This is the best one of, I think, your poems. So true, so natural and so heartfelt. I, for one, fully understand how a mother suffers when losing their kids as they are simply part of mother's heart (My mum has told me every child is a piece of mother's flesh).
I do hope you cry it out, and cry it loudly. This will make you feel better afterwards. Yes, writing will make connection to your beloved son. Not selfishly I do have a couple of pieces if you like to read - related to love in life and death:
Your son would want you happy, and keep writing. Best wishes.
You my dear keep writing your words of sheer heart felt brilliance!!! Coz nobody can portray a pen like you just now ❤️❤️❤️