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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)
makes you think – very thought-provoking
Thank you 🙂
no reason. just because…sad logic there
sometimes that is all the reasoning one can muster…
just – because…
Simply beautifully put.
Thank you Resa 🙂
Reflections of my past life, no longer hurt my heart”. Powerful and forgiving words. Virginia
You come to a time in life when you realise they are all now just part of a story 🙂
Birth and death go had in hand, like two sides of the same coin. You have captured the beauty of death through your poem, it’s a strong piece of work!
Oh thank you very much – your words are very true! It was a reflection and maybe even a love poem 🙂
Always love your poetry Alex – this is another gem.
Aw thank you Wendy 🙂
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