Gone But Not Forgotten

Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone A tangled web, a haunting collage Covering the name of a departed soul but time could not diminish the memory of this unknown She stood there silent and all alone wondering if this was her grandmother's grave the woman by whom she was raised And who gave her the love she had craved She knelt to clear away the vines and slowly, what was hidden, came into view Indeed, it was her grandmother's final resting place Overcome with emotion, she shed a tear or two And there, where weeds had overgrown She placed a single red rose then she said in the softest of tones "Grandma I'll get you a new headstone" ---- Contest: Camouflage Me A Poem Sponsor: Broken Wings 8/7/16