Memories
It's the same in every churchyard you said
These memories of endless love
Etched out in unforgiving stone
But I would rather you told me now
Rather than when I am cold and dead
I thought we would be together
I didn't think I would be here alone
The stones are more for the living
A promise never to forget
A love to go on
I expect you think me ridiculous
Tidying up the flowers and the edges
As if you were still in bed
But I miss you my darling
So I have to be here instead
A section of the churchyard had been restored recently, and some graves and the inscriptions cleaned. This particular grave belonged to a couple who had passed away in the 1970's.
But somebody had come, after the restoration, and left a token in memory.
Wilmington Churchyard, East Sussex, UK.
To see this work in its designed format on my website go to the page 'Our Stories' under the heading 'Another Time', and to see other works. Thank you.
Memories
It's the same in every churchyard you said
These memories of endless love
Etched out in unforgiving stone
But I would rather you told me now
Rather than when I am cold and dead
I thought we would be together
I didn't think I would be here alone
The stones are more for the living
A promise never to forget
A love to go on
I expect you think me ridiculous
Tidying up the flowers and the edges
As if you were still in bed
But I miss you my darling
So I have to be here instead
A section of the churchyard had been restored recently, and some graves and the inscriptions cleaned. This particular grave belonged to a couple who had passed away in the 1970's.
But somebody had come, after the restoration, and left a token in memory.
Wilmington Churchyard, East Sussex, UK.
To see this work in its designed format on my website go to the page 'Our Stories' under the heading 'Another Time', and to see other works. Thank you.