Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt or where are those who were before us?<\/p>\n
I drop my knee to this hardened earth,<\/p>\n
reach out and lay my hand upon your grave.<\/p>\n
I couldn’t believe you were pulled from the blackened hearse,<\/p>\n
slowly tears begin to fall that I just couldn’t stave.<\/p>\n
Thoughts of why you had to die,<\/p>\n
and why I couldn’t of been the one dead instead.<\/p>\n
More and more thoughts filled my head,<\/p>\n
most spent to why time couldn’t last forever.<\/p>\n
Where did you go, why did you have to leave?<\/p>\n
From a kid then, to an adult now.<\/p>\n
I still don’t understand and I never will.<\/p>\n
All I know is what I felt and what I still feel.<\/p>\n
As I knelt and cried, I felt your comforting touch.<\/p>\n
The touch that only a grandmother could give.<\/p>\n
To this day I still feel her with me, watching and protecting.<\/p>\n
With eager eyes to see what I will do next.<\/p>\n
Where are those who were before us?<\/p>\n
In their perspective where are we?<\/p>\n
We can feel their presence,<\/p>\n
and they can feel ours.<\/p>\n
They walk aside us and accompany us.<\/p>\n
When the days get tough,<\/p>\n
and the roads ahead get rough,<\/p>\n
they comfort us and console us.<\/p>\n
They stick with us even to the end,<\/p>\n
as the last moments come and go.<\/p>\n
They reach out and give us a hand to grasp on to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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