In Loving Memory

The summer had fled, its warmth turned to dust,

As autumn winds moaned through the bones of the just.

She never had chosen the silence she wore,

Yet silence adorned her, a coffin, a door.

A phoenix she rose from the ash of her pain,

Each year she returned, but never again.

The fire within her had long turned to lead,

And all that remained were the words that she bled:

"Unloved in the living, now loved by the dead."

No hand ever touched me, no kind word was said.

I carried a heartache that nobody knew,

Wrapped in the frost that eternally grew.

September had come with its breath sharp and sere,

And November crept in like a whispering seer.

The day she first breathed now dissolves into black,

And absence, at last, dares to silently look back.

To all she was nothing, no name, just a shade,

A whisper, a ghost poorly made.

Save Death, her lone lover, who knelt as she prayed,

And held her as all of the others betrayed.

On Friday, the hour when the faithful fall mute,

She fell into slumber, eternal, absolute.

The bell never rang, not a mourner drew near,

But the crows bowed in silence, their eyes full of fear.

Now ivy clings tight where her epitaph sleeps,

And the wind hums the verses she buried so deep.

Her voice, like a breath, still drifts through the trees,

She speaks not in words, but in shuddering leaves.

Reviews

[petec3638]

The feelings are there except she is loved
For her there is no cure
The treatment would do more mental harm
then keeping her with us in a loving family
She now refuses the pain relief

Will we have her with us on Dec 25 ?????

[Dave W.]

I really felt this, I hate losing loved ones. I really liked the line "She never had chosen the silence she wore,
Yet silence adorned her, a coffin, a door'. Hope everything has been well for you.

[Milena Grubor]

Thank you, Dave

[Dave W.]

You are welcome, I hope things have been well for you