Regrets

A family

Dressed in black

Parades through the cemetery.

A mother.

A father.

A young child.

They stop at

A grave

With newly upturned soil.

Whispered prayers exchanged,

Salty residue

On their mourning faces. 

Author's Note

Just a short poem

Reviews

[sivan]

Quite dark and good writing... pleasantly surprised

[Lemontine]

That's really depressing, but I still like it anyway!

[Broken Hearted Faux]

It's different, and that's what makes it such a good write. I love it ^-^