A Barrowed Grave

I walked through the cemetary, Reading markers that say, "I was here." I grieve for my lost grandson, But no grave to release my tears. His ashes gone with his Mother, She chose to move away, But I've found anothers child, By his headstone, I sit and pray. I vision these two infants, In heaven they explore, And in my minds eye, they're at least three or four. In every culture, man has found Ways to honor their departed, With their remains close at hand, The bereaved are less dishearted. I leave flowers on a borrowed grave, Because my Grandson was ALIVE, Without a marker with name or date, My griving heart won't be denied. For Connor Shanus McInnerney, 3 days old. Life taken by his doctor, Eugene Tunner, Port Anglas, Wa. . January 1998.