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calm, compassion, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, wisdom
Sitting in the gardens,
admiring flower beds,
will you still remember me,
when I am long dead?
Reflections on my past life,
no longer hurt my heart,
for they are now just stories,
from which I am apart.
Mental chatter ceases,
calm imbues my soul,
wisdom and compassion,
start to make me whole.
Although I’m reminiscing,
of all that never was,
I still miss you dearly,
no reason just – because…
© When I am Dead 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Graveyard [1] (Photo credit: Simon Cocks)