Chrysanthemums in fits and starts
Their vibrant colours warm our hearts
The florists do a roaring trade
In graveyards everywhere displayed …
I see sad families make their way
United in their grief today
To remember those who've gone before
Sharing silence, feelings raw.
More poignant – those who come alone
To catch a glimpse of souls they've known
Re-kindling love within their heart
They capture briefly their lost spark.
Down the aisles I hesitate
To observe a name or read a date
Impressive stone, or new-turned earth
Many foreigners at birth.
I reach the lawn with ashes strewn
Eleven years gone by too soon ...
I let my heart a moment grieve
Then turn around and quietly leave.
(c) Poet in the woods 2015