Flowers On The Dirt

We won’t be visiting the graves today or tomorrow,
The stone markers will sit untouched.
I invite the calm and serenity of each plots story here in our hearts,
To stop our cold living and warm us up to life, again,
Because we don’t forget them.
They died, it’s true, we remember her smile, her quirks, the way he walked or
How he said that one thing those thousand times,
We remember the truth of each passing, each day they’re not here,
But we forget to live as if next year,
It could be my stone you sit flowers beside and
Remember my smile, my laugh, my quirks, these words.

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