Row after row of quietness
And neat white gravestones.
You’ll find the much-missed tranquility
in our over-crowded city
Where family members never been closer;
Sharing the unaccounted passing moments.
The cemetery never speaks ill of the dead:
*a loving mother*
*a loyal husband*
*a hero*.
The cemetery won’t forget your birthday.
The cemetery is inevitable.
In a cemetery;
blessings drop from skies;
Prayers chanted all day long.
In a cemetery,
you’re never alone.
Between the sky scrapers and clouds of car exhausts,
Your world turns green
of trees, flowers,
And moss growing between the letters of your name.
And neat white gravestones.
You’ll find the much-missed tranquility
in our over-crowded city
Where family members never been closer;
Sharing the unaccounted passing moments.
The cemetery never speaks ill of the dead:
*a loving mother*
*a loyal husband*
*a hero*.
The cemetery won’t forget your birthday.
The cemetery is inevitable.
In a cemetery;
blessings drop from skies;
Prayers chanted all day long.
In a cemetery,
you’re never alone.
Between the sky scrapers and clouds of car exhausts,
Your world turns green
of trees, flowers,
And moss growing between the letters of your name.
it drives me into a very dark place! and it reminds of my granddad for a reason! amazing job!
ReplyDeleteMy God! simple but verrrrrry deep and ark, it reallly goes to the bottom of being in a cemetry without any ugliness it is soo peaceful! great poem Reem :)
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