TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
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Death is painful to deal with but the death of a young one shatters the heart to pieces.
A simple, and poignant, graveside piece that speaks for anyone dealing with the loss of a loved one.
This brings such familiarity with it, such human-ness pours from it, loss, grief, love unspoken.... My mother passed 40 years ago and not a day goes by that the root of this poem, its essence has not wrenched from my soul... Life goes on, as they say, as do the years. But not really. How intensely beautifully Mr. Wilde described this part of us.
Poignant and passionate