Diana's Cemetery Adventure


You are light as a feather
as I hold you in my hand
to take pictures of heather
colored flowers left in the sand.

I take you with me to see the dead.
Relive the memories of the loved
and the tears that were shed.
Moments that are shared.

The end of the roll, the journey’s done.
Take off your back, look up at the sun.
Wipe a tear, share a smile.
I’ll be back with you again in a while.

Diana, you are a friend to me.

written by bass_clarinet_2000 on 2011-02-01