by livelife1234Wicklow, Ireland
Jul 2023 344 Views 3 comments
Grieving
I am stretched on your grave
And would lie there forever;
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
‘Tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am stained by the weather.
When my family think
That I’m safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
And would lie there forever;
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
‘Tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am stained by the weather.
When my family think
That I’m safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
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Posted: Jul 2023
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Grieving from the Graveby Criostior.
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Comments (3)
Let your love one shine, but you still have some life to live, so live it.
Always hold her gently and swing her around in the sunshine she is the sunshine now for you.
Smile she sees you