Today is in A minor.
The anniversary of her death.
As we pick gladiolus for her grave,
I hear her voice in my own
while shooing the cat from the clematis
that I planted in her memory.
We leave for the cemetery,
and I hear her again saying don't cry. She used to tell me not to grieve
for too long after she dies,
because the soul cannot rest
and move to where it
needs to be. I realise now
she was speaking
for both of us.
xXDeaths WishXx · Wed Aug 12, 2009 @ 10:52am · 1 Comments |