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The Quick And The Dead At Easter, we went for lunch And then, in a while, We bought ten red roses And took them to Your parents’ resting-place. The day was beautiful, and sunlight Feasted on the earth.  Our daughter Placed the roses carefully – We prayed, lingered Too long I suppose – The grave whispered Like a lover Unforgotten. I dreamt in the night Of stones falling From a wall. I tried To stop them, but they fell anyway. I woke up sweating To the sound of your breathing And rain repeating Like a vow On the window. Tony Lewis-Jones