Her daddy’s grave is the oldest,
His name is hard to read.
She knew his stone had corroded
And has brought supplies she’ll need.
Near to him is her young husband.
He had been the next to die.
She used to come here often
Just to sit by his grave and cry.
Next to her daddy is her mother
After twenty-one years alone
Her name shows up clearer and newer
On her side of the stone.
As the years went by the lot filled up,
A beloved young nephew is there.
She reads his age of twenty-three
And thinks that it isn’t fair.
The lot started filling faster
With loved brothers and their wives.
She remembers kneeling with her loved son
And speaking with him of their lives.
And now there’s a grave much newer.
She hadn’t thought she would see this one.
His name is there so clear and bright,
The name of her only son.
She looks down to where she is standing
As she feels the cold wind stir.
RAVEN is chiseled into the rock
At this spot reserved for her.
lBy: Joyce Johnson shared first place with Linda Marie and Carrie.
For Constance "The Rambling Poet; contest "Among the Dead"