Concrete Tears

Arlington Cemetary
Arlington Cemetery

Slabs of tears pepper the hillside

Those fallen lives of days gone by

Families of loss and bereavement

The inevitable changing of life’s tide

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Did they go on and face their days

Determination and tender memories

Carrying on and facing deep emptiness

At last emerging from the dense haze

But never whole

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© Carol Campbell 2015

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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16 thoughts on “Concrete Tears”

  1. It’s ironic that the arlington memorial gravesite was the plantation property formerly owned by Confederate general Robert E. Lee. It was “appropriated” by the Union government to bury the union dead. Over the years many of our war dead have been buried there. And to what end? All we can claim in the end is the 6×6 plot to bury our bones.

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  2. Makes you wonder about the lives and possible heroics of those buried there, doesn’t it? You did good on telling your visions of those.
    Today I attended the funeral of a family member who had led a fairly typical life for a fellow of our ages. We brushed the loose dirt off the marker of his wife’s burial spot, admired the American flag given to his daughter, listened to the funeral director’s memorized bit about the thanks from our country’s president, and heard the repeat how according to Psalm 23, he walked with the Lord. (We both had five years of our lives in the service, that caused some reflections unspoken on my part.)
    ..

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