"What A Peaceful Place to Visit"

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I was inspired to write this poem when visiting my Mother's grave on Saturday, June 20th of this year.  She died on June 20, 1998 which was also on a Saturday.  She has been dead eleven (11) years and I have visit the cemetery many times.  And each time I visit, especially alone I feel at peace with everything.  And it does make me ponder the remaining of my life.  Will I just dream or live my dreams?

"What A Peaceful Place to Visit"

What a peaceful place to visit, I can't see anyone and no one can see me.  There are only markers and stones and yet, I don't feel that I am alone, because each one bears a name and a date of their own.

This peaceful place holds people from all walks of life.  New born, children, and people that were young and old.  Some are here by fate and some are here by the life that they led.  There are beautiful wording written on some of the stones, just above their head.

The wind blows so pleasantly cool, I can't help but to be moved.  I am only visiting this place because of the loved one it holds, and I still love them to the depth of my soul.  On the day that my loved one was brought to this place, there was nothing but sadness upon my face.

There is definitely a time, a place, a reason and a season for everything.  These markers and stones that are here in this peaceful place indicate to me, their time was up and their season has ended.  The question in my mind is, "did they live life to its fullness before they came to this peaceful place?"

Even though it's a peaceful place, my self awareness is all in my face.  My time is now, and I can be any place that I want to be.  My life has a reason and I must believe in it and live it while I am yet in my season.  Not merely existing but fulfilling my life dreams.

What a peaceful place to visit, no one sees me, and they can't move or speak.  It's a place for me to ponder and think.  Am I living my life or using life up?  Will I have a marker or stone, with writing above my head that tells the life that I've led?

When my time is up, my season ends and I am brought to this peaceful place.  I know there will be sadness upon my love ones face.  And, I know they will find peace, because I didn't cruise through life, and my greatness was shared.  I lived my life to the fullness and the love that I gave.  This will give them comfort when they visit this peaceful place, "my grave".

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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