Graveside Poem by Martin O'Neill

Wow, I am a puddle now, like the wicked witch who got water thrown on her, and she melted (but not cause she was made of sugar and spice and all that's nice) . This is so original and perfect. Thanks for this, made my day.

I like the idea in this, a fitting memorial.

Great poem says much more than the great tracks of other poets in such a compact space Well written.: O) Paul

What a simply beautiful piece of poetry.

Says so much in a few words....well written...deep thoughts. -SG

Wow! Your words are so striking :) ihave never read a shorter poem so touchy... Sir i welcome you to some of my poems to hear your valuable feedbacks

So true, we cut the flowers at full bloom, at the hieght of their beauty, most often forgetting we are slaying the thing we cherish