..and it came to pass..
a certain memory..
saddened heartfelt
but yet so true
I remember as a child
visiting the dear departed
relatives perhaps long forgotten
stones sunk into the ground..
names carved into marble..
numbers etched and decayed
green mold having it's way..
and I remember how
cold it felt..
as my hands touched
the stone..and how
the dead wanted me to
know..that although
I can't see them..
I can still feel them..
and it started to snow
so I ran across the meadow
and saw many crosses
and I can still smell
the roses..and my heart
beating still..
By Rick Weber
February 29, 2012
copywritten
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