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Cemetery Poem

7/15/2002

Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.


Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of ages.


Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds-
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.


Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young, or old?
No indication could be found.


Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we?d all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.


Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.


Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.

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