Burial Day On my mother´s demise (January 18th, 2005) … your smile’s... embrace has always rescued me. Richard Grove Silence, silence of farewell and tear, the graveyard… the loss so searing, so near. Silence, silence overwhelming and loud, a coffin conceals her our faces all bowed. Silence, silence floats densely in the air, a tombstone with her name too hefty to bear. Silence, silence no rescue? no hope? the gate locks her up – God, teach us to cope.
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