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Visiting Cemeteries
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Missing Him You would have turned one year;
I bring tulips to your grave
knowing you'll understand
their significance though
I'm aware they'll soon wither
because of the harsh winter.
Coffins shouldn't be so small
not when hope could stand
six feet tall, I thought,
as I wiped the fallen snow
off the weathered tombstone
But never off my memory.
