Regret

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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Dead people receive more flowers than the living Upon their graves loved ones keep on giving, Every week new flowers on the graves are placed And then after a time, they just all go to waste. Flowers are constantly placed on the grave for mom and/ or dad In the heart it makes the giver loving and glad, They remember their loved ones with the many flowers As Angels have watched them in years, months, days and hours. A week later more flowers are placed on the grave And on the card is always the name(s) that had lovingly gave, Besides, I miss you or I love you and their name The sentiments are always the same. Flowers on the graves are constantly being laid And prayers to their loved ones are constantly prayed, And when upon those graves Angels have viewed They see that regret, is stronger than gratitude. Randy L. McClave

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