Think of me not in death my loves
With a forgot and silent dream
Under the stone engraved statues
Empty of face and smile
Frustrated by the life born
To the delicate Butterfly
Grieve for me not as a sky
cast heavy in overshadow
only to rain in torrents
threatening the tiny kept sparrow
Listen for me not as an echo
upon a foreign shore
With the desperation of the waves
Groping new places to explore
But look to the seeds of grass implanted
Continue to work the soil
Learn of the beauty in blooms
my laborers of trials
Remember me like a mother Robin
Called to leave her nest
Only after she and her young
Have shared of the same warm breast
Poem written by poetprose