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"death leaves no second chances"

I saw her grave, hiding behind a tree torn by the wind
It had no name, just four sad words
Mom, I miss you.
No dates, nothing else
As the cold wind blew my thoughts away
It made me cry -
The absence, of just a little more
I took out what money I had
And honored that unsung mom
With red roses her child always wanted to put there
But never did.

Reviews

[Dajena]

Raw and beautiful. I could see the markings, and feel the rustling of the leaves as the steps walked through the cemetery.

[Spencer Edwards]

That is so good, I wish I could write like that but I can't and if you don't believe me look at my poem.
Anyway, I like the description of the scene at the start and how the situation grew sadder, I like the transition from sad to crying.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Spencer......but with practice all writing improves.......At first I merely wrote spontaneously, without editting, but then when I gave myself some time to check a new poem once or twice, I could see gradual improvement of my writing.

[Insight "MH"]

In my point of view, this is a reminder for all of us people, that we must do things that we must be remembered by. This was a wonderful, yet a sad read, thank you for sharing.

Insight.