The Belgian flag flaps at half-mast
People in small groups go past
With pots of flowers in cellophane
Bedraggled-looking in the rain.
On this of all days, graves look bright
Chrysanthemums a cheery sight
A few police stand idly by
Beneath November’s leaden sky.
My husband’s ashes are long gone;
Now scattered roses, all forlorn,
Bedeck the grass with spirits new
So many have lost loved ones too.
I meditate how life is short
How happiness is dearly bought
How love brings joy into our lives
And burns within when someone dies…
How each one’s life has many turns
Why we say: “Happy returns!”
On birthdays to our near and dear
Until one day they are not here …
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
Boitsfort Cemetery
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