How Does One Love The Dead Poem by Patti Masterman
How Does One Love The Dead
How does one love the dead-
Make a date with a grave,
Try to get inside their head?
Too late to save
Them from their fate;
Just say we failed,
It's now too late
(How sad, they ailed)
Be faithful then
At morning, noon,
On them attend
Beside the tomb,
Bring flowers there,
And wreathes of blue-
And would, they knew
Your heart was true.
A beautiful poem and the last four lines are eternal and graceful and loving beyond all else
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4/24/2024 1:43:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Even crows perform death rituals so how much more the depth of our feelings and grief if these humble birds do morn.