It was just another warm sunny afternoon, The kind I remember oh so well, Refreshing soft breeze to toss your hair, Bringing scents of fresh roses to smell. The laughter of children coming from a park, As summer holidays signaled their break, Oh God how I remember so very well, My own children when vacations we'd take. With my eyes I then noticed a gathering, At a cemetery not far from my home, Holding hands, they then formed a circle, Their tears fell on a single head stone. Each person held a single red rose in their hand, The most beautiful roses I had seen, For this lady who now lay buried in the ground, Now covered in a blanket of green. Feeling touched by the emotion I had witnessed, I ventured nearer to the small grave site, Each heart beat quickened the closer I got, When their faces came into my light. With her hand on the headstone, stood my sister, And sobbing on her right was Mom and Dad, My brother knelt down on one bended knee, As though he lost the best friend he ever had. Oh my God!......I can see my own children! But wait!......why can't I see me?? "Hey babies"!...."It's your Mommy over here"! "Oh please my dear Lord, set me free"! All at once there was a book laid before me, A voice instructed me to read from a page, With tears in my eyes I saw my own death, Being murdered at a very young age. I had been beaten severely by my husband, Who had hit me many times in the past, Finally he squeezed the last breath from my life, Beneath the grave my body is now cast. ~valentyne~ © HOME OverTheMoon Graphics©