Two Urns Sit Side by Side … Forgotten

Two Urns Sit Side by Side … Forgotten

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter





Driving down the road in an old car

Sat two elderly people, man … woman

Hand in hand … singing to a melody

Eyes twinkling with pure happiness

In love as they’d been since the day they married

Soulmates, lovers, best friends for life

The man could sing along in harmony

She could sing … but, not in tune

Didn’t matter … they were doing it together

As they did most all things

Where one usually was … the other was close by

Some day it would all come to an end

Sometimes, they worried for the other

Sometimes … they felt afraid

Growing old is sad … beginning to the end

Life … is living from birth to death

Being young … growing old

Learning to walk to hardly walking

Young child … old child

No one’s ever lived forever

Only forever as they possibly could

They began to laugh when she sang off-key

She didn’t care … it was a joy to sing

From her very Heart … she never missed a beat

Both rode down the road, laughing … singing

To their heart’s content

Knowing one day it all would come to an end

They would be only memories blowing in the wind

No one would miss them in this big, old world

No one was left who would care

For now, they would live as hard as they could

Enjoy life to its end … come what may

For now, they would laugh to keep from crying

Over life they couldn’t always live

When one goes, the other would be left with memories

To hold onto … sounds of laughter, joy

Joy of living life, loving each other always

Sadness at being alone … panic with the knowledge

Of not being able to see each other again

Tears, many tears because life can’t ever be the same

Fear of being alone … at the mercy of the world

What can the one left do … oh what can they do?

Pray that the world will care about them

Treat them kindly, protect them until the day

The day they too, must go

Leaving behind for anyone to see

To hold in their hands

A photo, book or two … to show they’d been here, too

No family, loved ones who cared

Who gave love while they lived

Nothing left behind to give to them

To leave in memory that they lived

No one to care … so, they didn’t care

To leave anything behind to remind them

Life is life … death is death

It is the beginning … the end

Ashes to ashes … two urns sit side by side

Two urns no one cares about

Only the thought as the last one dies

Who will end up with our ashes

Will they sit on a shelf, end up in a sale

No one to treasure the remains

Of two people who lived, loved, died

The first one died knowing the other would

Keep their ashes close to their hearts

The last one died with sadness …

No one left to care about their ashes

Wondering if their urn would be placed

Beside the other’s urn … who is going to care?

Ashes to ashes … two urns forgotten

Sitting in a dark room, side by side

No one could see … the loving glow surrounding them

Love after death … one prays their urns

Would always be kept side by side

Where they belonged just as they did when living

Listen … one can hear someone singing

Maybe it’s two … the woman’s voice is out of tune

Didn’t matter … they sang in harmony

Two urns sit side by side … forgotten

Reflecting love in the darkness

That even Death couldn’t extinguish




Note by this Author:

Photo/poem written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Poem written as I sat … thought about my life.  Life is really the way it is … no more … no less.

It’s sad when a grandmother can’t ever know her grandchildren … it’s sad that she can’t ever leave anything to either when it’s her time to go.  Life is what it is … no more … no less.

2 thoughts on “Two Urns Sit Side by Side … Forgotten

  1. I believed once that if I did enough good in the world I would be well remembered.

    After all I have been through my one wish is for my ashes to be scattered and to be forgotten.

    My name and reputation has been stained and will never be clean again…

    Love and hugs!


    • One thing for certain, Prenin … your real friends online … and wherever you go … will always remember you. I would always remember you … it’s not like being there in your country … still you’d never be forgotten. I showed Skip your new profile photo and told him “there’s our friend, Prenin”! I know what you mean with your comment about all that’s happened in your life … I know there are people who believe in you. Love, Gloria 🙂

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