Altered Google Image © 2012 Renee Espriu
he took a week off
to bury her
when wildflowers
grew as tall
as prairie grasses
bereavement they say
is for tomorrow
work pays bills
puts food on tables
another day comes
he will remember
to come to her there
to sit awhile among
the fragrant wildflowers
as she lays resting
time dissipates like
dew drops gone with the
coming of the sun
he is busy trying to
live another life
who will visit her now
who will sit with her
where wildflowers
always are blooming
forever in her care
now he’s gone and
she’s alone beneath
frozen soil on her
mountainside where
only a stone remains
© December 2012
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
I’m one who believes she isn’t there anymore. I think we bury our loves ones but, their spirit has moved onto other realms. It’s good if it gives comfort to someone left for a last place to go and visit but, to me a gravestone is a waste of money….lol… My own opinion here.
Very touching, love the wild flowers.
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ditto
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When I speak of her being there it isn’t her body I speak of. I believe her spirit remains and I feel it is sad when there is no longer anyone to take care of the graves. I thought of this in thinking that my father is the one who diligently tends my mothers grave each Saturday but he is already 89 and when he is gone who then will take the time. I live out of state and my sister is a single mother. We had a large family at one time but suddenly they are all but gone or moved away. Thank you for your comment.
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this is haunting renee, painful and sad.
the flowers will remember her, feel her loving heart.
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I like that image, my friend, of the flowers that will always be there for her. Thank you!
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This must have been hard to write, Renee. I do believe that the spirit leaves, and all the crap that the world attached to one is left behind, like tar or something. But if the spirit does stay, let it be with nature, and let it not be tethered to the gravesite. My mother’s been gone for 20 years, and I still feel her, catch a whiff of Tigris cologne (her gig scent), and I talk aloud just in case! Lovely, if bittersweet, poem. Also brings El Dia de los Muertos to mind… Love, Amy
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I never want to forget those who are gone because they remain in my heart and forever close. I love that there is a Dia de los Muertos. What a wonderful celebration! My dad lives in So CA and always tells me how, when he goes to the cemetary to take care of mom’s gravesite, all the Latinos there who bring their picnic lunches and chairs and sit a spell to visit with family. For them they always remain. Do take care. Have missed you, my friend. Love, Renee
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