The Visit

I go to visit you and there I stand
Between me and you
Hay, dust, dirt, and some land
A beautiful pot of flowers unmanned
I feel like I am in a church service
But, outside I am
I come here like this a lot
If I talk to you, will you hear my thoughts?
The others all surround me just the same
Hay, dust, and dirt call their names
This is what has become of you and me
Why does this have to be?
I want to stand on the ground, stomp and swear
You cannot be down there; it is too much to bear.
But, I am supposed to come here and visit
Hay, dust, dirt and a flowerpot.
Oh, and hope you hear my thoughts.

©Holly P. Moore
October 2012

Dedicated to my beloved son, Joshua
February 6, 1987 - July 20, 2012

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Dec 02, 2012
Your beloved son
by: Anonymous

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. My son was born on the 6th Feb 1987 and when I started to read this, I realised the connection. My son is still here with me but because of reading your message, my thoughts go out to you and I will include you in my prayers. Take care & God bless

Jan xx

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