Gone But Not Forgotten
Mossy vines served as camouflage
for a decaying headstone
A tangled web, a haunting collage
Covering the name of a departed soul
but time could not diminish the memory of this unknown
She stood there silent and all alone
wondering if this was her grandmother's grave
the woman by whom she was raised
And who gave her the love she had craved
She knelt to clear away the vines
and slowly, what was hidden, came into view
Indeed, it was her grandmother's final resting place
Overcome with emotion, she shed a tear or two
And there, where weeds had overgrown
She placed a single red rose
then she said in the softest of tones
"Grandma I'll get you a new headstone"
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Contest: Camouflage Me A Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
8/7/16
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