By His Grave Stone
By the grave stone
She stands there alone
As tears run down her cheek
She prays and she weeps
Her soldier boy for so long
But now God has called him home
She kneels and touches the stone
His love is in her heart alone
An Angel watches and cries too
For she has felt the same pain too
Cars pass by never paying mind
It could be any of theirs lost to find
She wipes her tears as another starts
One after another breaking her heart
He will be missed for years to come
Until that day we are gathered to go home
It will take year for her heart to mend
But it will hold his love and never forget him
He'll watch over her from up above
And tend to sing to her through a lonely dove
Her grave blanket is spread upon the ground
And she lays her head upon it weeping every sound
She lays there for hours whispering his name
To watch such pain is realy a shame
For a love so true so long is hard to find
It's the kind of love that is found by the blind
She may never love again, who's to say
Only time can ever tell, on the right day
So If you have a loved one so true to you
You better keep them close before time is through
Or they'll be gone before you know it too
And you'll know what it's like to be in her shoes
Written 10/30/2015 by Norman Hale Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartfelt words Norman. So worth reading.