Six Feet Under

April 17, 2010
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The marigolds, your favorite flower,
Sleep peacefully on your wooden box
That will be your bed from now on.
Inside lies you,
Your body motionless
Like a burnt out candle.
When they lower you
Into your new home,
I'll remember the days when
We never had to worry about tomorrow.
So I'll say a few words now,
Try to hold back my sea of tears.
I'll say my last good-bye
As you begin your life six feet under.

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JamieStarr said...
Jun. 19, 2010 at 10:17 pm
this was very good i no what you felt. cause my dad passed away after me not being able to see him for 6 months and when i saw him i got bad news the next day i found out some bad news that my daddy had passed away. so i was the only 12 year old with out a daddy at my scool  :,,, (
frogsof2015 said...
Jun. 17, 2010 at 1:13 pm

you're welcome.

RIP: my uncle.

this poem was about him.

DaylightDarkness said...
May 28, 2010 at 6:58 pm
thank you for posting this. It's very meaningful.
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