GRIEVING

There are many people
Who trek up the hill every week
To the cemetary.
They have a loved one there.
Husband, mother, child,
Deeply missed and longed for.
A little pilgrimage
In fearful honour
Of almighty death.

To sit and talk and weep
To tidy, clean and weed,
To face mortality.
Fresh flowers and tears
Don't fend death away.
The war is always lost
But life still triumphs
Like the sun.

Take precious heed,
And live-------------

 

Dawn McDonald
© February 2003

Midi: "Chandos Anthem No 6B -
(For I Went With the Multitude")
(Mr. Maestro)
Composer: George Frederick Handel