Sunday, December 13, 2009

I stood by the open grave

I stood by the open grave,
Numb knees,
No words,
No tears…
Emptiness wrapped my shoulders,
December wind
Playing the saddest tune…

By my side,
My brother stood,
Pale and silent…

“You’re next in the line”,
The whisper came,
Cruel dark reality
Chuckled behind our backs…

I didn’t listen to the priest,
Empty prayers
Didn’t bring any comfort…

My mother is in that coffin,
I chanted to myself,
My mind couldn’t
Understand the thought…

Her coffin laid to rest
On top of my father's,
Just twelve days after…

© Mirjana Cesar
12/2008

In memory of my mother and father 

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