Visiting The Cemetery Poem by David Wood

Visiting my late wife Tina's grave
Along a slow winding bay road
Was full of bumper to bumper traffic.
Only the view of the bay made it
Tolerable.

Walking up the slope separating the
Sections I walked towards her head
Stone only to see her sitting cross
Legged on top of it, arms folded.

Tina: 'Oh, you've decide to come then.'

Me: 'Why can I see you? '

Tina: 'We're allowed to be seen once
Every ten years.' She replied.

Tina: 'It's alright, you can close your
Mouth, it's not that much of a
Surprise.'

Me: 'It is a shock nevertheless.'

Tina: 'What are you up to, have you
Found someone new, I hope
You have.'

Me: 'No.'

Tina: 'I thought you would by now,
We agreed either one of us would.
It's not like you.'

Me: 'There is someone who takes my
Breath away that I like, a brown
Eyed blonde, but she is married,
I can't break up a happy marriage.'

Tina: 'I was married when I met you.'

Me: 'yes, but your marriage was over.'

Tina: 'It'll be Christmas Day in three days,
I remember the Christmases we had
They were all lovely. Thank you.'

Me: 'I'm on my own this year, Clara had
To be put to sleep last February.'

Tina: 'I know, she is here with me. You can't
See her but she's looking at you and
Wagging her tail.'

Me: 'Give her a kiss from me.'

Tina: 'I have. My time is up, I have to go,
disappear as you would say.

Me: 'Don't go just yet.'

With that she was gone. Was she really there in
The first place? Cemeteries can play strange
Tricks on the mind. I felt a soft breeze, like a kiss,
On my cheek as I laid flowers on her grave, I
Kissed my fingers wiping them over her name, then
Slowly walked back to the car deep in thought.