A Mother's Mourning Walk

A Mother's Mourning Walk The walk takes her to an old cemetery, with a wrought iron gate. The day is cloudy, the breeze cool. The elderly woman stands by the granite headstone engraved with an epitaph, her son's two years 1918-1920 and a resting lamb. The autumn leaves of fading colors are scattered everywhere. She has been there a while the breeze is cooler the iron gate summons her. She will leave but not before kissing the headstone with the epitaph “Behold my child, with your eyes of innocence and poetry in your heart, The Promised Land” *