I Much too Much Miss Thee
As I go on by~
I can only imagine~
The soft green grass~
On the hill where you lie.
I can see from my path~
The flowers that sit on your knoll~
As for a fleeting moment my mind feels at home~
Knowing loving hands set them there ten fold.
I do not stop~
For it might hurt too much~
Relinquished now to only conceive~
A walk to visit your resting place where it be.
Upon your grave~
The dirt had been laid~
How quickly to cover you~
The grass grew to~
Still discern a different shade.
I know I never stop~
As I often go on by~
For I am not ready yet~
Since you have died.
I envision a closer look~
As I strain to see ~
The different grave stones~
That accompany thee.
Your stone has not been placed~
Only a few flowers~
To everyone’s eyes~
Distinguish your grave.
I am sorry, yet so far~
I hasten not to stop~
For I know I can not handle~
Your now resting spot.
Just for now~
You must know I care~
For walking into where you lay~
I am not strong enough to be that brave.
Oh yes I know~
Your spirit is not there~
I do believe you are now happy and free~
Yet still your grave close up~
I can not bear to see.
As I go on by~
I can only imagine~
The soft green grass~
On the hill where you lie.
I can see from my path~
The flowers that sit on your knoll~
As for a fleeting moment my mind feels at home~
Knowing loving hands set them there ten fold.
I am sorry~
I know you were so good at visiting loved ones in~
The cemeteries. ~
I only hope you understand~
I can not as of yet~
Stop to see~
The resting spot of your body.
Again I continue on~
Not stopping to walk the green hill beyond~
Forgive me please~
For I much too much~
Miss thee.
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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