On All Soul’s Day

a poem by Jacob Jamesraj

The birch lives still.
Beneath which we kissed.
Beneath which you now lie.
The tingle of grass on my feet
The touch of thy fingers do tell.
The bloom of the heather
The sweet smile thy lips decked.
They seem like yesterday.

The task you left behind
Still half undone lies.
The earth wet with dew,
Rewetted by tears anew,
Darling I’ll join thee soon
As soon as the work is over!