Weeping Heart Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

I found your grave today.
It was near the path under
a weeping willow.

I do not know who planted
that tree. It shades your
resting place like
a natural umbrella.

Your tombstone features
a picture of you,
smiling in your bridal dress.

I remember that day
so vividly. I wonder if
you can still
remember it too?

I sat at the foot of your grave.

Smoked a cigarette.

Focused on every
memory I still
held of you.

I am somewhat surprised
at how long ago
you were alive.

Has it really been
over 20 years
since the day
I watched them
bury you here?

I am not a grave
visitor by nature.

This day was an exception.

I found your grave today.

The seeds your mother planted
have grown into
perpetual flowers.

The weeping willow
is an impressive
symbol
of the weeping heart
that buried you.