Thursday, May 25, 2006

















memorial day weekend looms.
another cemetery visit, flowers
planted. memories brought out
and either polished til they shine or
hidden under the soil along with the
flower's roots.
i am the flower planter, the grave tender
a title bestowed
on me by my grandmother before she
passed on.
there are years when it doesn't bother me.
years when i want to go say hello to
some of my dead(tho i speak to them anytime i choose)
then there are years like this one. times when
death has been too close for too many.
times when i can feel it , quiet
in a corner, deciding.
years like this, well
i'd rather let the planting go.
done enough planting this year. s

2 comments:

LSqrd said...

Very cool words. GREAT photo!! Hope you have a good weekend.

Sherry Pasquarello said...

hope you do too. i loved the photo too, got it from aol.i have it on my screensaver,slide thing. i have a thing about cemetaries. i'm used to them, being from a mostly italian family. grew up around them. the artwork and inscriptions are touching, odd, bittersweet and sometimes infuriating or funny.