Let me stand alone, here at her special place
still scattered with crumbling flowers and
crushed grass; on my knees I fall, no more
will I hear my child call my name for her
ashes lay on the ground and at the bottom
of the creek.
I stood not with the sorrowful visitors who
came to pay their respect, I could not have
them surround me; I wanted her to rise
from the wild flowers, her flame red hair
blowing in the breeze, her large blue eyes
and her gentle smile; these are the things
that I wanted to see.
As I stand beside the creek, she chose as
her last resting place I grieve, I want to
rejoice, to hear the comfort of her voice,
why did she have to leave. Let me stand alone,
here at her special place still scattered with
crumbling flowers and crushed grass, on
my knees I fall; no more will I hear my child
call my name, for her ashes lay on the
ground and at the bottom of the creek.
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5 thoughts on “Let Me Stand Alone…”
“no more will I hear my child/call my name, for her ashes lay on the/ground and at the bottom of the creek./Why?” Deep.
Thank you for your comment. Ann
so sad, and no answers…
Thank you Bee, my daughter has this now; much like my children have ask for and received most of my artwork with the exception of those hanging on my own walls. Ann
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