As I walk through this vale of death, I celebrate life <br />the way I remember it. <br />There were no flowers on marble headstones lying on the ground. <br />Rocks were in gardens, flowers were picked to put in <br />vases for tabletops and dinners. <br />Or given as birthday, anniversary and just because I <br />love you gifts from our hearts. <br />Now, walking through the graveyard to place flowers <br />at stones of marble, turns and squeezes tears from my <br />heart and eyes. <br />Knowing before too many years go by, I too will be <br />placed beneath this veil of death and you will <br />remember and celebrate life the way it used to be.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/veil-of-death-2/
