novellus-2015-16

Twenty Years
On..
In memory of a beloved grandmother
The grass springs verdant - short-lived,
eternal,
Cloaking a grave twenty years old.
It feels like yesterday.
The sweet fragrance of blooming flowers,
And the scent of dug-up, wet earth.
Happy, chirpy twitters from the trees,
Drowning almost, in the crying below.
The beauty of the vast eternal sky,
Lost in the emptiness of a con.
It feels like yesterday.
The painless agony of childhood,
Witnessing incomprehensible death.
The agonizing pain of being torn away,
From the heaven-bound face of love.
The wet earth slipping through my
fingers,
Into the emptiness of the con.
Here I stand, a score years later,
Everything feels the same.
The eternal sky shades me above.
Wet earth sinks my feet below.
Colourful blooms perfume the air,
Already joyful with avian songs.
Tears stream down my cheeks again,
Recounting the emptiness of that con.
A breeze comes blowing ever so gently,
Kissing my red, teary cheeks.
It rustles the overgrown strands of grass.
I see her then, there, smiling at me,
And realize the truth hidden deep,
Buried in the emptiness of that con.
She isn’t dead, she never was,
She lives on, in Life that springs forever
eternal.
- Katherine Rawlins
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