No one stands near me
Flowers on me no one
lays
No one lights a candle for me
No one beside me prays!
For others there are visitors
At least twice in a year
Those who loved me dearly
Aren’t anywhere near.
A voice rose from a grave
unkempt, unattended,
old
The cross broken and stolen
Deathless grass stood
bold!
Not that this clay I need
Which has eaten up my flesh
But joyful memories of the love
my family flocked here to bless
Say a two line poem for me
Light a candle, a flower place
Nothing more I ask for today
With prayers my shut room grace
Xavier Bage
Sat, Nov 05, 2016
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