MemorialA Poem by GeeJust simple words written in the quiet, small hours of morning
There is no highly polished brass plaque
or words etched into cold, coloured granite, as this she said would place a burden upon us, make us feel duty bound to stay, visit, if for no other reason than to polish, tidy, place fresh flowers, and this in her mind both a waste of time and money. Would be better, she said, her memorial be our beating hearts and memories, as these would not be a bind, would not tie us to one place, would have her life, love, memory, "portable," ever present waiting patiently in the shadows of our sub conscious to be visited, called forward into the light, even if the light, as is mainly the case, be the darkness, the quiet small hours of early mornings when as all sleep the minds of those silently mourning and missing remember... © 2021 GeeAuthor's Note
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