Daisy, Sitting on a Grave



By mark_yelland-brown
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Daisy, sitting on a grave
Dave
In it.
Chatting away about the things of the day
Her crimson scarf held tight
Under her chin.
She’s staring into the distance
At an unseen point
Far away
Convinced he’s listening
Well
As much as he ever did
Hid
Behind a copy of The Mirror`.
“Glad’s gorn, Stan last month, and Deidre’s not long for this world
But I’m alright
Fine really.”
She’s still staring
Far out.
“Well the stew won’t cook itself, oh,
And the cat says, `hello`”
She chuckles,
He hated that cat
And broke his toe
Whilst missing a kick.
Last night
As she lay tight, under white sheets and a grey duvet
She wondered why she went;
Heaven sent reality
This aloneness.
Waking up
And the first thought told it;
She went once a week
Just to make sure
He was still there;
She hiccoughs
At naked honesty
And devil may care.
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Really liked this one
Hi mark_yelland-brown
Really liked your graveyard poem. It is often hard to let go and we visit our loved one's memorials and talk to them because is is easier on our hearts to believed they still here.
I work at a local cemetery. One day my parents were visiting one of our relations while I was at work. I saw them there and called out "Hi!" Unfortunately they had just said hello to our late relation so it sounded as though the response was coming from beyond the grave, so to speak.
You captured losing a loved one very well.
Thanks for posting
peterelbee
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Bittersweet. I imagine this
Bittersweet. I imagine this is a scene played out many times up and down the land. Nicely done.
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Absolutely delightful. Just
Absolutely delightful. Just the kind of poem I like. Skilfully crafted, well done.
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Brilliantly wicked humour!
Brilliantly wicked humour!
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This is a delightful poem,
This is a delightful poem, beautifully done. Thanks for sharing!
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Loved this. My kind of humor.
Loved this. My kind of humor. Brilliant.
Rich
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