My apologizes for no posts for two months.
End of the year school is bad, and I was away in England.
I’m back now though, with a light school load and hopefully a lot of writing in my summer!
Here’s a poem I wrote on the plane ride back from London:
Forgotten marker of a life,
Worn with age, marked with strife,
What tale lies hidden underneath?
Who’s love was shown here by this wreath?
70 years of living, here,
Are preserved now like a mirror,
In which we gaze into your past
And find out when you breathed your last
Your whole life summed up in three letters,
“Here in lies,” the words like fetters
Bind your tale, trap your being
I can only guess now, what you’ve seen.
Forgotten marker of a life,
worn with age, marked with strife,
What tale lies hidden underneath?
What body trapped here, in this sheath?
I like this poem… <3