Everyday Poems

With an hour to pass 

On a sunny humid morn

I chanced upon a country graveyard 

with ivy clad gate adorned

Beyond lay a meadow haven 

Now more than overgrown 

That butterflies and bees 

had made their passing home

To this restful resting place

I was now drawn to roam 

Amongst the weathered stones

Of those long time gone and mourned 

Who ‘fell asleep’, departed 

this life years ago

Some of tragic illness or in battle 

Against one time foe

Uneven stones now weathered 

Grey and overgrown 

And strewn with ivy

From wreaths that natures sewn

Stones etched with  

Heartfelt paens of loss and untold grief 

of community togetherness 

Shared Godliness and belief

I set about deciphering the barely readable text 

lost fathers, mothers, sons and daughters 

and others betwixt

 

Eyes closed 

I contemplated those 

Who in the soil before me lay

Distant yet familiar 

Sentiments that chimed 

to me this day 

Then  hearing muffled voices 

Of a cortage draped in veils

Of sorrowful singing broken by

Heartfelt soulful wails

The pastor’s voice rose above  

This cacophony of grief 

As the coffin was lowered to the grave

On it a single wreath 

On which beautiful red roses 

Spelt the words I could clearly see

Which signified the person in the cascet

Was in fact me

Dear father, husband son and brother  

Who passed away this very day

May he find forever solace 

In this ground where he now lays.