heather grasped in hesitation

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en memoriam

heather grasped in hesitation

an handbreadth’s full of moon

held past regret in reservation,

felled fast and folded soon.

a whisper drifted, downward falling,

that dreaded mourning day

her spirit lifted, upward calling,

as she slumbered life away.

nor eeven left and neither morrow,

nor dreams together made,

there lying dead in bedded sorrow

her body was displayed.

the priest expressed at her request

each transgression she forgave;

a bouquet lay upon her breast

as we laid her in the grave.

summer came and winter went

the years passed onward through,

yet never would my tears relent

since that day of losing you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written for my Grandmother, Donna. I only realized I was writing this for her once I had finished the poem. The heather mentioned in the first line was intended to be the flower originally; but when a poem wants to be written other than how I want to write it, I've learned to let the poem have its way.

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This can't have been easy to

This can't have been easy to write, but I applaud your poetic skill while acknowledging the sorrow this elegy conveys.


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