December Third

December Third

A Poem by Lathen Griffiths
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Friends till the end

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Today you would have been seventy

so I sat at your graveside and pulled out a glass

poured one for myself and what spilled over was for you

I necked it down in one

It combated the cold of the earth

No tears, my face on the brave side

I miss you though.

© 2021 Lathen Griffiths


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They still haunt us decades after their passing. I keep a rosary in memory of one such spirit. Sadly, sassafras tea, her favorite drink, is no longer available on our markets. Not on winter nights I raise a cup of hot chocolate in her honor. Beautiful words, Lathan.

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Lathen Griffiths

6 Days Ago

Thank you M.J.Smith and all the best to you.

Lathen
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You're most welcome, my friend.



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They still haunt us decades after their passing. I keep a rosary in memory of one such spirit. Sadly, sassafras tea, her favorite drink, is no longer available on our markets. Not on winter nights I raise a cup of hot chocolate in her honor. Beautiful words, Lathan.

Posted 6 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lathen Griffiths

6 Days Ago

Thank you M.J.Smith and all the best to you.

Lathen
M. J. Smith

6 Days Ago

You're most welcome, my friend.
I sit by my dad's grave and talk to him all the times, I can feel the emotion through out. Nicely written and expressed

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Lathen Griffiths

1 Week Ago

Thank you Kescha, all these things help us process grief I suppose and give us some comfort.
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Gee
I sometimes wish that there was burial place where I could go sit and chat with mum
A well written, emotional piece

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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Lathen Griffiths

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Gee.
such a deep emotional read, i do and sit where my parents are buried and
just sit and talk to them. nicely expressed Lathen

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Lathen Griffiths

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you very much
such an emotional write here.....

Posted 1 Month Ago


Lathen Griffiths

1 Month Ago

Thank you.
Unspoken poet

1 Month Ago

not a problem
It was a cold day today and not a day you'd consider lingering in a graveyard unless you had good reason. The departed soul clearly greatly missed. "down the hatch my brother would say, who managed to reach 62 before he was taken and not ready to go I might add. Yes I reckon necking it down in one, saved the facial tears, but not the pain. The posted image is beautiful. Maybe it is a Welsh castle, but the shadow in its centre is the shadow of the departed, ever present. A great piece of visual brevity which evokes emotions of sadness and grief. Well done Lathe.

Anniversaries are tough.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago



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Added on December 3, 2021
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Lathen Griffiths
Lathen Griffiths

Wales, United Kingdom



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My love of writing poetry began really from my love of song and lyric writing which I have done for many years and still enjoy to this day. more..

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