Visitation Poem by Alesia Leach
Visitation
She rest in sweet repose,
everyone passes,
some she does not know.
Her casket is a deep dark green,
the lining a softer shade,
with a silken sheen,
a perfect countenance
to her brown tresses.
Pale hands rest against her breasts,
highlighting the green of her dress.
She would be truly upset,
to see you beholding her dead.
As it was clear what she said,
if you could not visit her,
when she was alive,
she did not want to see you,
now that she has died.
So poignant but so truthful she was.... if you could not visit her, when she was alive, she did not want to see you, .... absolutely a right gesture.
Very much truthful in nature. Well presented sad poem shared on the desk. Nice job on sharing beautiful work.
A very beautiful piece. I like the deep emotion expressed and imagery you painted. Very nice. I liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:25:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
if you could not visit her, when she was alive, she did not want to see you, now that she has died. It is in life that we need company! After death, even if people shed crocodile tears and pay glowing encomiums, they are of no use! She lying in coffin, bland and pale in death is poignantly pictured!