LIfe as poetry
hushed and hummingI wonder why we don't walk on graves? I always avoid them in Church floors - some sort of god's hopscotch?
Sombre - an a very authentic piece. A common practice...us humans are strange.
Willow, this reminds me of my growing up years. We ALWAYS planted geraniums on the graves of ancestors on Memorial Day. Honestly, now I don't even know where these graves are (but my sister does).
I had a great memory of doing the same, Willow. We called it Decoration Day. Then we would have dinner on the ground. I loved reading this!
Loving and sweet poem, Willow.