To Mom...

[Father Dave]

GRAVEYARD

in the time
between
the sunset and night,
i wander the cemetery
softly choosing my way
between
the graves
so as not to offend some unknown soul
resting there.

slowly
i walk and my feet sink
in the earth as i step
into the cushiony grass
covered with brown leaves from last fall
unscattered by the winds not reaching into
the shelter of the yard.

at each stone
i pause
and read the inscription chisled
into the rock
sometimes brushing
dirt from the weathered notches
with my fingers
and
feeling them
flinch
at the inanimate coolness of
the
marble.

dam

[demon chloe]

beautiful..........

I used to be so uncomfortable in cemeteries....id walk......and feel like i was stepping on people.....and well ...like the history on those stones was personal....

Then my Dad died...and I completely changed my perception. All the sudden. I had to feel at home there. I wasn't ready to let go...so I spent an extraordinary amount of time there.....thinking..reading....drawing....bawling. .whatever......but I know...that I found a balance there somehow......

Now that I have a loved one there....its all different for me..i suppose...

Now I spend my time....looking at the history.....wondering about those people....what their lives were like.......i just feel more content there....

[Father Dave]

thanks for sharing...i can't visit my mom without visiting others who i feel need attention too...

odd to some, i know.

[demon chloe]

Dave.......

hmm........i find myself...tending..to...graves that for whatever reason.........are left...alone..not tended too...*L

daisies..are my flower of choice.... [img]smile.gif[/img]


my special one..is baby boy Olaf lived one day.... (gets lots of daisies) ....he died...in 1899

[Father Dave]

and he lives forever in YOU...

there is no better way to give back to this life than what you do for him...bless you...

[Blazey]

I have a great uncle..i loved him so much..he died several years ago..He loved to watch me ride..while he was sick..he would sit on the porch and have me ride my horse round the yard..just so he could see.. [img]smile.gif[/img] ..I never ever ride past the graveyard..without thinking of him..he is buried beside the road..so many times..i stop..and..(now i'm crying)..ride up and just tell him i miss him..its one of the few times my horse will stand still..almost like he knows..and he prolly does..i wonder if my mom knows that..*S

[Father Dave]

Just remember- although you can't ride with him...He can ride with YOU.

I can no longer take my mom to get a banana split but she is certainly with ME when I go to get one now...

[Blazey]

that is so true..and he does ride with me..he always loved the horses..my mom rode with him when she was young..altho i never had the chance..i still ride for him.. [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Misty Dream's]

My mom was killed when I was 17 months old. When I graduated from school I told my dad I wished mom was here to see me and he responded she is because there are holes in the floor of heaven and she is always watching you.

[Father Dave]

so very true... [img]graemlins/thumbs_up.gif[/img]