Somber Outting Past

Grief & Grieving

I stood there numb

before open grave-

dirt piled and covered to the side.

I remember the anguish

of broken heart

with lump in throat I cried.

Bronze colored casket

adorned with flowers,

whose scent hung in the air.

Early June breezes

caressed my face

while moistened eyes could only stare.

She lie inside-

my Grandma dear.

Peace found her at last.

Still seems only yesterday

we laid her to rest-

on that somber outting past.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In loving memory of my Grandma, Mary...

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