RDP Monday: Melancholy
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I stood over the shaded gravestone
and I wondered if
back in 1906
had someone stood here and cried
” Don’t go, wait for me. “
the way my Grandmother had cried over my Grandpa’s grave
and I felt bad for the box of bones beneath my feet
and my heartbroken Grandmother
because I knew then, as I do now
nobody waits for you
in the end.
no. true that. Profound poetry. And you brought life for just a minute to E. M. Beach. #saytheirnames. Donna
Thank you for stopping by and for giving E.M. Beach a moment out of the shade.