Poems

 When I stand at your grave

what do I see?

I see a stone bearing the name,

of the child who never grew.

 

When I stands at your grave

What do I feel?

I feel sad and lost

without you here with me.

 

When I stand at your grave

What do I hear?

I hear the birds and the trees

Can I hear an angel calling to me?

 

When I stand at your grave

What do I hope?

I hope you are happy at peace

in the place you call home.

 

When I stand at your grave

What do I know?

I know of my pride

when I say your name.

 

When I stand at your grave

What do we know?

We know of the love that did not die

when you went away.

 

These are the things when I stand at your grave.

By Paula Jackson