<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Judith and her Thoughts on Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Sunday <br>after singing <br>in the choir <br>and changing <br>from the blue </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and white gowns <br>and out <br>of the dim lit vestry<br>into the sunlight <br>at the back </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the church <br>Judith was standing <br>by a gravestone <br>reading the almost <br>indecipherable words </div><div style="margin:10px 0">chiselled there <br>sad isn't it <br>she said <br>that these people died <br>and are buried </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then the time comes <br>when you can't read <br>who died or when? <br>you walked over <br>to where she was standing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and rubbed off <br>some of the green moss <br>with your hand <br>comes to us all <br>I guess </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you said <br>when those whom we loved <br>or cared about die <br>and after we and those <br>who knew them are gone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no one left to care <br>who's buried there <br>she looked at you <br>and you saw <br>her eyes water </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and her lower lip tremble<br>you won't forget me <br>will you? she asked <br>course not <br>you said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">anyway <br>why are we getting <br>so darn morbid? <br>we're alive <br>let's live while we can </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she walked away <br>from the gravestone <br>and stood looking <br>around the graves <br>behind the church </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sunlight <br>warming the stone <br>and her head <br>and you walked <br>next to her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and put your hand <br>on hers and said <br>I'll never forget you <br>if you go before me <br>she smiled </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and looked at you <br>I'll always remember you <br>she said <br>other choir members <br>came out of the vestry door </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there was talk <br>and laughter <br>and Roger chased Shirley <br>along the path <br>and she looked back at him </div><div style="margin:10px 0">giggling and making faces <br>and Judith said <br>some have no respect <br>for the dead <br>even in this </div><div style="margin:10px 0">their resting place <br>human all too human <br>you said <br>and kissed her <br>sun blessed face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527843" data-title="Judith and her Thoughts on Death de Terry Collett" data-description="That Sunday after singing in the choir and changing from the blue and white gowns and out of the dim lit vestry into the sunlight at the back of the church Judith was standing by a gravestone reading the almost indecipherable words ..."></div> </div> </div>

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