This poem is based on a true story, about a man who buried his wife in his front yard in a county next to my own. The reason he did this was love.
--Michael David West
Love Never Ceases
By Michael David West
True love and death
prevail unaltered.
Eternally they go
in spirit’s breath.
My love of sixty years
was called home by our Lord.
He knew of her righteousness
as I always have.
She now reposes
in my front yard.
I could not bear
being without her.
In the light of morn
we visit each other.
I sit by her stone
and she speaks to my heart.
She declares to me
she’ll wait for my approach.
You have only a short time
to tarry she says.
To be with her once more
is my only dream now.
Being with her in death or life
for me is paradise.
Copyright 2001