By the graveyard-

By the graveyard-

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We passed by the graveyard.
An emotion- not unlike
The December weather,
Engulfed us.

The sun rays beamed on,
A piece of glass,
At the head of a sand lump-
A child’s.

Is his mother grieving?
Wishing the world,
Takes time out of its schedule,
To grieve with her,

Does she have other young ones,
Who fill her heart,
With a softening emotion,
Or does she,

look to his siblings,
And feel the overwhelming,
Feeling of his pass,
Engulf her,

Has it been long since His,
Or her pious soul,
Found its self among the,
Non-living.

Does the ache get easier?
For Mine still feels like,
a minute ago,
Since I lost him.

This Random is now on Facebook. Here’s the link to my page: Words of a random looking forward to connecting with y’all there. 

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8 thoughts on “By the graveyard-

  1. Sadness shared by the unknown, yet totally understood. I have experienced this many times myself and it doesn’t always have to be in a graveyard. The world is full of heartache and shared by strangers like myself. A very moving poem.

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