Searching For My Dna

And the cemetery was neglected, The names on stones hard to read. The only flowers were dandelions, Still busily spreading their seed. I came looking for my Grandma, Whom I had never met. My daddy had spoken of her With a love I found hard to forget. The weather or vandals had toppled stones, Finding hers was perhaps a lost cause. Until one grave seemed to call to me Enough to have made me pause. I brushed some of the soil from off the stone And I read my grandma's name. To find her in such a lonesome place Seemed to me a dismal shame. I looked at the grave, lying close to hers And I found my own grandpa. I knew how long he had lain there Through hard winters and spring's thaw. My daddy left them as a young man To make a home in the West, His folks wouldn't leave their little town The place they loved the best. The hard times came and Daddy Couldn't get back to them very often. When the money came it was too late. Each of them was in his or her coffin. I cleaned up the graves the best I could And I left them lying there. I knew that God had marked the spot Of this good and loving pair. I wanted to tell Daddy I'd found them But he too is lying low In a grave in the West where he'd made his home But I feel somehow he'll know. Written 5/15/16