The death knell sounds and echoes round <br />the confines of the burial ground <br />The tolling bell seems to foretell. <br />Life will become a lonely hell. <br /> <br />My love is gone, she’s travelled on, <br /> her race is run and she has won. <br />No longer bound by gravity <br />she’s earned her wings and she is free. <br /> <br />By sadness I am overcome. <br />I am struck dumb, completely numb. <br />I cannot cry although I try. <br />The wellspring of my tears run dry <br /> <br />The mourners murmur quietly <br />but no one comes to comfort me. <br />This does not come as a surprise. <br />They do not seem to realise <br /> <br />The love I bore for her was true. <br />We were a partnership we two, <br />which lasted over thirty years. <br />I wonder why nobody dares <br /> <br />To offer me their sympathy <br />a little sensitivity. <br />But they still show they disapprove. <br />They do not understand that love. <br /> <br />Between two women is as real <br />as the emotions which they feel. <br />But then her mother chooses to <br /> do what the others dare not do. <br /> <br />She comes to me and takes my hand <br />and says my dear I understand <br />You loved just her as much as I <br />it is appropriate to cry. <br /> <br />The courage which she chose to show <br />allowed my pent up tears to flow <br />When she acknowledged publicly <br /> what her daughter had been to me. <br /> <br />22-May-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acknowledgement-5/
