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Silence in the Cemetery
Written: May 28, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "If you come to visit my grave, my tomb will appear to dance."By Rumi ************** Standing rocks that mimic megaliths rise, Indicating where the eroding skull lies. She was once a mother suckling with grace, Now her bones swathed in clay, no embrace. I was saddened to view this forlorn grave, Infested by weeds that struggle to save. The grass is dormant, giving way to seed, In hushed sadness, I ponder and plead. A father's shape, badly wrecked and torn, His spirit, through rain and labor, had worn. Typhus took a son, the hoped-for next, There is no bloodline to rely on in a text. A bright young daughter is now dead, Struggling to deal with pregnancy dread. Upon labor and loss, she faced searing harm, Cradling in sorrow the one once so warm. As we stroll through this calm cemetery, unwind, Where mother, father, daughter, and son all lined. Resting alone, with names engraved on stone, I await and ponder when my body will be prone.
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