The yews stood tall and strong,
silhoutted against the evening sky vague in sight.
Young mother.
So young,
escorted a sweet fair haired child past the stones.
All standing upright in solemn parade.
The child is elsewhere, lost in her mind,
She's running around.
The recently occupied tomb, it's newly filled with fresh earth.
The child squealed out.
Voice shrill with excitement.
Mum, mum, quick come see.
Grass rich with evening dampness,
held secret locked within.
A carpet bag found.
Rich in it's vibrant tapestry,
So rich,
So scarlet,
So rare,
Held secrets of it's own,
It wanted to share.
Left behind.
No-one to care.
Wonder who had left it there.
Sweet child grabbed the bag.
Thought she'd look and see.
What was lurking deep inside?
slowly clasp unclamped.
Little fingers,
prying eyes.
Encased within a soul laid bare.
Standing tall a soldier boy,
so very young still looking sweet.
In attendance of his lady dear.
Attired in morning suit and white,
so very young,
so very bright.
They loved each other.
Heart and soul,
now interred in this dark hole.
Body cold.
Brain deceased,
was in love.
Now at peace!
His widow wife kissed him goodbye,
a dressing of red roses chucked on to his casket,
Just the day before, she loved him.
Now more than e'er before.
That was the secret of the gentleman from" Grave Situation's", bag!
A realm of photographic memories, so dear to him.
Nobody knew he  that watched his final goodbye.
No-one knows how the bag was left there,
Just an unexplained mystery.
Bless you my sweet friend.
Goodbye
(C) Livvi