| MsSouthernOrchid's Place |
| Poetry By Mary |
| Going Home |
| We brought you home to bury you in this place where you were born. In a casket carried by soldiers, tear stained and flower adorned. We brought you home to leave you in these mountains you adore, in this precious place of rest, where your spirit can forever soar. We said good-bye while crying, hearts full of pain, all broken. Precious memories mixed with tears, so many words left unspoken! I tried to say good-bye that day as they lowered you in the ground. My pain formed a tortured moan, yet was hardly an audible sound. A misty rain surrounded us, it seemed the mountains cried that day. Raindrops mixed with my tears, as I tried in vain to pray. My lips were cold and numb, unable to form words. My body racked with pain, stabbing pains, searing swords. Leaving the cemetery, closing the gate, I fought the urge to turn and run back, to throw myself upon your grave, as if, holding you might somehow bring you back. I left you on the mountain that day, but I never let your memory go. I left my heart on the mountain that day, a heart that will always miss you so. Mary |
| A Soldiers Final Rest |
| copyright 2001-2002 MsSouthernOrchid |
| one of my earlier poems. |
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| Award from Ernest Slyman- editor of "The Poet Watch" |
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| In Memory of Billy James Sexton 1950--1971 |