Veil Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

As I walk through this vale of death, I celebrate life
the way I remember it.
There were no flowers on marble headstones lying on the ground.
Rocks were in gardens, flowers were picked to put in
vases for tabletops and dinners.
Or given as birthday, anniversary and just because I
love you gifts from our hearts.
Now, walking through the graveyard to place flowers
at stones of marble, turns and squeezes tears from my
heart and eyes.
Knowing before too many years go by, I too will be
placed beneath this veil of death and you will
remember and celebrate life the way it used to be.