Poem -

CONVERSATION AT THE GRAVE

The flowers at your grave so alive so beautiful with all the different colors and butterflies flying by...

The sweet scent touching my nose...

I read your name over and over again...

Still find it hard to believe that you are not here...

The dates when you were here...

The memories made in that time...

I still see your smile and your laughter that was so contagious...

The tears you cried...

The love you gave...

As I kneel here and knowing that you are not really here...

Can you see me?

Do you know how much you are dearly missed?

Until I see you again...

I will be here...

Trying to do my best...

To be able to be by your side once again...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Tony Taylor

Hey FEATHERS!!.....I could see the whole scene in my minds eye........ kneeling...... reading the name over and over again........ you've captured the grief perfectly here...........a powerful write girlfriend!!........ALL STARS........ well done.......... Love and Rockets!!.......T xo

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Cherie...

With the sorrow hope thrives also...

We never want to say goodbye...

Sitting by a tombstone...

With thoughts of them when they were alive...

The smiles, the talks, the presence of them to be able to touch them with a hug...

Gone...

Some people die for unjust reasons...

They die from illnesses that couldn't be cured...

There is no money in the industry if people are well...

The rich survive...

Good for them...

People can be relentless...

Beyond comprehension...

Some really just don't give a damn who they hurt...

There is no justifying it...

The people in the medical field that could have helped...

Words they say...

Sorry for your loss...

Don't let it be their Mom or Dad or anyone they love...

Oh wait...

Of course they'll be..

Saved if possible...

Thank you for your comment...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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sparrowsong

Hello Tony...

Thank you for your comment and support...

I have been thinking of all the people including myself...

That is  missing someone and that's where we can talk to them now...

Not a fun address to visit...

Hugs...

Love and Rockets! 

Feathers 

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Larry Ran

Hi Sweet sparrowsong,

For me, I have two venues.  My parents side by side graves, where like you, I wonder if they hear me as I kneel and tell them how much I miss and love them.  The second, I find more soothing to my soul.  It is my dear Nicos' shrine in our bedroom, where I can whisper to his ashes and touch all the little things that were so dear to him.  You have written a beautiful tribute to our dear departed loved ones.

Hugs, Peace and Love,

xox Larry

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sparrowsong

Hello Brother Larry...

I understand about the two venues...

I have so many people and pets that I loved and lost...

Each one touched my heart in their own special way...

I would have preferred to have had years in between the loss...

One question I don't ask is...

How much more can I take?

I don't even like to write the words...

Because, sometimes I get an answer...

Even when I wasn't trying to ask a question...

Thank you for your sweet comment...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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