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Somber Outting Past
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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.
