Grief Poem

This poem is about a Tree who tells the story of a man that visits the grave of his wife. He is an elderly man and this will be probably be the last time he visits.

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Looking Down

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Published: June 27, 2018

I stand tall and proud
My feet firmly rooted in this hallowed ground
For years I've watched the mortals come and go
Blackened by their grief, so hopeless, so profound

I stand tall and proud
Watching from above
He has came back to visit her
His companion, his life long love

The sweet aroma from my weeping bloom
Fills his nostrils with aching scent
A solitary tear hits the earth
His chance to forgive, his chance to repent

I stand tall and proud
My aching limbs shudder in the cold November rain
He looks up a first!
Then quickly down, reminded of his pain

I stand tall and proud
The scattered souls lay bound beneath my feet
His hands clenched, with knuckles white
A final prayer before they meet

I stand tall and proud
For years I've watched the mortals come and go
But he was different, I felt his pain
His knees and hands now caressing the winter snow

I stand tall and proud
The things I've seen I could never tell
He clutches his hat to his breast
A final kiss, a sigh, his last farewell

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