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Peace of granite.........for my brothers

Updated on February 5, 2015

I come here often to the place of green pine bows
blowing through this timeless valley
the rich green maple leaves dancing and turning
on the softest sheathes of wind

In he distance I can hear the traffic noises of the town
where my father was born
where my brothers lie beneath the dark rich soil
of old farm pastures

In this garden of cut granite stones
of flowers laid by lone grievers
as they ponder the distance between old
memories and the very reality they stand in now

Do they ask themselves silently "Why do I live
and you lay here among those like you,
As I do so often ?
or perhaps simply ........."What if "?

I reach down and brush away the fallen leaves
and grass clippings from your stones
something wells up in the pit of my soul
and I say "oh my brothers "

If God made one mistake in the creation
of this awesome world it would be this
That all brothers should pass on to the eternities
on the same day

That there might be not one left behind so longing

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      Linda Rogers 2 years ago from Minnesota

      Dear Ed-this poem brought tears to my eyes. I feel the sadness of being left behind to those that have gone before you. You did a beautiful job bringing me to place place of solitude. It's a bittersweet place; beauty of nature surrounding the cemetery. I hit all buttons except funny; voted up and sharing all over. Love you friend-Hope all is well with you.

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      Prabhjot 2 years ago from Delhi, India

      Very well written..... the way you have expressed is really nice..... sad yet beautiful....

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      Peggy Woods 2 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Being left behind can be a sad and lonely place at times. All we have is our memories to comfort us until it is our turn to join our loved ones in the next life. The circle of life can contain great happiness but also sadness. Your poem made me think of all those I have loved but can no longer see except in photos and my memories. Your cemetery in this poem sounds lovely. Up & beautiful votes + sharing.

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      CASE1WORKER 2 years ago from UNITED KINGDOM

      "garden of cut granite stones" I applaud this phrase- it is so descriptive of a graveyard and the rest of the poem was so very moving

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      DreamerMeg 2 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Beautiful poem, lovely place described. Such a sad reason for being there.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      I feel this! I call it a masterpiece.

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      Joy56 2 years ago

      Strangely enough I came back to hub pages only yesterday for the first time in a while. I read the poem I wrote for you when your brother died..... Came to see if you were still writing..... And here you are. We still grieve for our dead loved ones. They are in god's hands as we are ......huge hugs to you. Wrote a silly hub about a guy called Sid yesterday. I have done no writing for a very long time..... Tiptoe over the hub and leave an imprint. Huge hugs to you.... Keep writing

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      I am glad you're back ! We do this don't we , we come and go feeling the need of words , of connecting with people and thoughts . Thank you for then and for now !........Ed

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      Joy56 2 years ago

      I know..... So glad hub pages is still around and that we can come and go as we please...... Don't you just love the word "we"

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      Colleen Swan 2 years ago from County Durham

      Hi, I am still feeling the emotion instilled by this poem. This is especially true of the last section where you say one of the cruelties of life is to go on living when those most dear to us have gone to the other side.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. A most poignant poem and so heartfelt. Your brothers are up above watching over you and beside you with love. Hugs.

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      Theresa Ast 2 years ago

      Oh Ed - I really, really love this poem, so moving, so full of love and grieving for that which has been lost. What a gift that would have been, if God had so arranged it that brothers and sisters died together. And perhaps husbands and wives. So stirring. Bless you. Sharing. Theresas

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Theresa ! Hello my friend , Its so nice to connect , Somehow I know this one connects with you ! Thank you though , You are so right It means a lot !

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