Magpies in the
cemetary;
I sit and remember
beneath the pines.
How cold the world
seems at times.
You were always
there.
Magpies in the cemetary --
the dogwood branches bare,
skeleton trees shrouded
by winter's chill.
I sit and remember.
Mother, father...
I miss you so.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
Magpies in the
cemetary;
I sit and remember
beneath the pines.
How cold the world
seems at times.
You were always
there.
Magpies in the cemetary --
the dogwood branches bare,
skeleton trees shrouded
by winter's chill.
I sit and remember.
Mother, father...
I miss you so.