Vases

Do not put a vase on my grave
For when my children die
And their children
I will be forgotten in a way
One day my family will no longer know my name
So you understand it is a waste
To leave me with a vase
Over time all it will hold is dead flowers
That will one day become dust like I am destined to be
And in the end it was a bust
Because you must forget me
That is just the way life goes my dear.




Poetry by L3fty
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Written on 2020-01-13 at 20:52

Tags Flower  Death  Grave 

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Kathy Lockhart
You know the facts can be cold but your poem is not. It's really good! I liked reading it out loud. It has a good sound with the internal rhymes as well. Especially like the, 'my dear,' at the end. It makes it so personal. It has a Poe quality to it. I really enjoyed it.
2020-01-15