By My Grave
By my grave, soberly you stand
this bleak and barren winter's day.
Some flowers you hold in your hand.
Will you have anything to say?
Or will you - as always - silent be?
By my grave, soberly you stand.
So few kind words you'd had for me
when my hour glass ran out of sand.
Little from you did I demand,
and love I gave you from the start.
By my grave, soberly you stand.
Love has to be there in your heart!
I think about your childhood years
At least a few of them were grand!
You speak! In your voice I hear tears!
By my grave soberly you stand.
9/18 for Silent One's Poems that paint a picture 2
and now for John Hamilton's Best Rhyming poem July-September 2017
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