The Souls Of Grief Poem by alex sarich

Each one that passes through life
into death and beyond
leaving scars behind
our insufferable pain continues
It's no dream
though I wish it were true
the first soul
to the last, remain
in our hearts
every year, every visit, a smile
your tainted photo
lay weather washed
stirring stained memories
wind sweep dead foliage
through scattered headstones
my love for you
embroidered on my heart
silence and solitude
a song of laughter
a song of sorrow
the seal of our bond

SEPTEMBER 2011