The horrible weather has kept me away from my Dad's grave, which I have always tried to visit at least once a week. I got there yesterday after a break of many weeks.


Belated Visit

Several weeks have passed
since I came here last.

I kept away because of the rain,
but now Dear Dad I'm here again.

How sadly neglected your resting place seems,
though you're always here in my heart and my dreams.

Your heart shaped stone, (in terms a contradiction,)
lends to your grave a real benediction.

It's in need of a clean and a polish it's true,
I've come here today Dad to do this for you.

It shines again now, black marble a-glimmer,
but without you my life is much sadder and dimmer.

A kneeling angel here is grieving
but I can't stay too long, soon must be leaving.

The robin's still here, twittering in bushes,
whilst over the fields, the traffic still rushes.

I must leave you here, in perfect peace,
and await the day of my own release.

I look back and bless you and hope that you know,
that my love and respect never ceases to grow.

I've left you these lilies to show that I grieve,
kiss your headstone once more, and then take my leave.



Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2007-09-14 at 23:16

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A good poem , with much I can feil with. This affternoon I put flowers on the resting plases of my youngist siter , dad mum and mum's mum. A sad experanse with a lot of thinkeing. I was sadande more by the lifes of them all. So much not realisde for them all.

Thank you so much for shirring with us.

Hugs , Ken
2007-09-14