Sitting At The Cemetery Poem by David Wood

Sitting At The Cemetery

Rating: 4.3


I sat alone at the cemetery on a bright sunny day
Listening to the song birds sing aloud and at play
The sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky
And thinking of my love a tear I did cry.

The headstones stood fast and true
With flowers, pink, yellow, erect and new.
And people carrying fresh flowers for their loved one
Whether that be mother, father, daughter or son.

They came but on this bright clear day
Their love and respect they wanted to display
For love, like hope, springs eternal and new
And their only chance to say, ‘I love you’.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sitting at the cemetery today 3rd April 2013 in the spring sunshine
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 14 April 2013

After reading your biography, when I went through this poem, I sense a lump in my throat! ! When hearts are bonded in love, physical absence doesn' t weaken the deep sentiments. But Remember, time is a great healer! !

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Neela Nath Das 11 April 2013

Death can't separate the beloved ones.The delicate thread of love and respect persist in heart of hearts.Terrific!

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Lyn Pendleton 10 April 2013

Hi, really enjoyed reading. I buried Molly my dog in a good spot in a lightly wooded area. a few days ago I found a square piece of stone of some kind, and managed to lug it the quarter mile to where she is, so I can paint it, decorate it, and whatever else to give remembrance. and I also tell her I love her each time I visit. very good poem, take care

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 03 April 2013

Its an elegy for your beloved wife, best way to par and say I LOVE YOU.Very nice Mr.David Wood

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