Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

We placed a rose
on the plot today,
where in a week or so,
your boxed ashes will lay.

Strange looking at the grass,
the ground damp from rain,
that fell the previous day;
unreal that this

is where your final
remains will lie,
in the casket,
underground

far from the eye.
It gutted me,
looking there,
the lump in the throat,

the eyes full,
slight wind
in the hedges near by,
wanting to pour out,

get the hurt out there,
pushed off somewhere.
A lonesome rose,
lay on the plot;

all about other stones
and crosses and statues,
names and dates,
words of loss and pain,

other have felt
sometime along the years,
days, hours, ticking quietly
from grave to grave,

flowers placed,
plants in a pot,
and soon you will
lie there in your own

marked plot,
words chiselled
against the black,
but whatever

we have worded there,
can never
bring you back,
dear son,

can never
bring you back.

so sad- i feel you- i know people that have left- and they dont stay in the box- i bet you will have a dream or something- that will indicate- he is ok where he is-but that does not make it feel any better - NOW- i know what it is like to lose someone you really love and care about-
nice write my friend

Thank you, creativesoul

Funny - although we have never actully met - I feel like I understand you- but clearly ;this has its advantages and disadvantages- -
I know that purging on this very site has helped with some of the pitfalls- but others- seem like a " house of cards with the fan turned on"
I believe whatever we are" preparing for" on some level is beautiful- think about the best most beautiful moments in your life- including all the people you miss- peace

Thank you, creativesoul. To be understood is what we want(hopefully) as writers and as human beings.

the process of grieving the loss of a loved one never really ends....we have good days, and not so good days....the fact that they stay with us forever is testimony to the power of love....

its good you could express all that in a poem

Sorry for your great loss, dadio. You've expressed this well with your poem.

Thank you, Saw& mtmynd

Indeed, it does, leerbon 124, thank you, for reading.