My Mournful Memorial

As I ambled through a maze of stony monoliths on a manicured green grassed carpet. My sadden eyes were overwhelmed with myriad names and dates of yesteryears deceased. Each encounter confronted conveyed to me a sad reminder of Mans mortality. All had some story to tell if they could speak. Most I hope died naturally, others unnaturally. Their demise, a mise en scène mournfully staged for the most part many agonized years ago. Suddenly like a fated mirage my son materialized. A victim of a vicious war fought on foreign soil. I knelt before his grimly, graven grave and placed a flag and flowery wreath ..then wept.