Talk to the dead
lay flowers on the stone
run your finger tips inside
the chiselled line of their name
the date they came into the world
the day that they had gone
connecting the dots of their life
through marble fragments
with your memories
Cast your pain and suffering unto them
hoping to alleviate yours
for they have left and you have not
you must rest as they do
believe that as much as seasons change
when leaves fall
or hold strong to boughs
when coats are cast or donned again
as day turns to night
and night brings a new morn
you will be once more
together in their arms
copyright JMTacken 7.1.2015
This is beautiful. I think most of us, at some point, have asked for guidance from someone close to us that we’ve lost. Perhaps their passing has given them answers to all of the questions that the living wonder about.
I know they communicate, I’ve had evidence of it. It’s comforting to know that when we leave this world, we will once again be with those we have lost. Thank you so much lovely. 💜
This leaves me breathless, Jen. So sad and touching. ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank you darling Tess, I’m glad you felt it. Hugs 💜💜💜
I agree, beautifully penned.
Can’t believe you pinched my title, J LOL 😉 Disgraceful!!!!
See I told you that I had written one with the same title..who pinched whose now lol. Thank you my friend, now get out of my head 😜
I’m asleep ZzzzZzzzzz stop bullying me 😝
You ARE not! 😛
I’m not now
Thank you Jodi 💜
Lovely. Really moving. Great piece as ever Jen. 🙂
Thank you so much Jade, appreciated 💜
Hauntingly beautiful. xo
Thank you for reading Carolyn and your kindness, greatly appreciated 💜💜
You are so welcome!
Love your answer darling ~ thank you 💜💜
The universe is huge Jenny, there has to be more happening in it than us and our spirituality tells us there is a life beyond the grave.
There is more, more than we thought possible. Thank you Michael for reading. 😊
Yes. Yes. Yes. This felt affirming to me.
I am glad that it was hun laughed at the yes yes yes, reminded me of a movie 😊
🙂 Ha! I think I know which one! 🙂
Think Ya do 😉
haunting. beautiful. and hopeful.
What else is there to say… ‘simply beautiful’. Heather
Thank you so much Heather.
winter is one of those seasons when death rings heavy….so i have talked to stones…and i have let go of the pain so that i could live a bit, if nothing else in honor of them….
Hello Bri, so nice to see your face back..or name. Love your comment especially honouring them. Thank you for reading my friend.
I will answer the questions,since this is how I am! I do like to wander through graveyards or cemeteries. I like to go to my grandpa’s grave, but my Dad’s urn is with my Mom, so I don’t go there… I will sometimes talk to my grandpa since he is one who treated me like an adult, wrote me ‘real’ letters with facts and thoughts when I was a little girl. I am so glad I knew him until I was 25. Can I believe? Absolutely! I have many reasons why I know we will connect again, all those who have passed on. I sometimes am more sad for the little ones who were students of mine, Kyle (age 4), Will (age 6) and Clinton (3). I think of their parents and can easily shed more tears. We are blessed that our own children are still here, Jen! Hugs and Bravo’s for this fine piece of writing which always inspires such deep thoughts, as shown by others’ comments, too.
Now how did I know you would answer them 😊 I love walking through cemeteries ( think I’ve possibly mentioned this once or several times before) 😊I am glad you had such a wonderful relationship with your grandpa and have cherished memories of him writing letters to you. Yes, we will see them again I am positive and though the road is tough, webare blessed for having our children still with us. Finally, I thank you and your deep thoughts in reply. You really do make an effort and put some of my one liners to shame, for that I am grateful. Hugs girl 💙💛💚
Your one-liners should never be put to shame, Jen! (Re: your last comment you slid in there, amongst such wonderfully nice things you told me.)
I definitely get so much out of the words you carefully choose and the way you enchant our hearts with their loving meaning. I just thought I would share some of what I felt when I read them, too.
We have this in common, Jen, I like to look at the details on the stones, feel sad for the little one (the “lambs”) who had to leave this Earth to join the angels. Cemeteries tell such interesting stories of love, family and history. Hope this finds you in a more relaxed mood and lighter place today! xo
Hmm you noticed… 😉 I am glad you share how you feel about what I do, it’s encouraging to me and you’re always supportive. Yes the tiny lambs are the saddest and every headstone a different story -thank you darling.. A quieter day today. 💜💜 xx
This was so personal for me my lovely. I don’t have a grave stone, he’s in my heart, your gorgeous words just brought him back. He stands in front of me more often than I can say, my dad that is. I really do believe in the afterlife and the connection we have. It’s mysterious and amazing all at the same time. Oh how you know to touch my heart and make me smile
I am glad that you do believe, I smile that I have made you smile and touched your heart. Say hello to your dad next time you talk …nods 💜💙💜 xxxx hugs.
Oh! The beginning is so evocative, as is the entire piece. Powerful, brooding, questioning and wondering. Beautifully penned.
Thank you! You do compliment me so. Appreciate you reading once again.
So powerful…the use of repeated phrase, the act of tracing out the details of their life, intense imagery. You really create feeling in your reader…
You made me smile to read your comment, words like this are strong encouragement for me to continue and continue to improve, thank you Matt.
Beautifully written. That middle stanza has undertones – the guilt of those who remain jumps out from your words.
Thank you so much darling 💜