Betty Harp Butler Poet Rhyme

Mystery In a Country Church Graveyard

Elizabeth Law, only thirty-nine
Lies beneath this cold slab of stone.
On her left lies her husband, Samuel.
On her right, three small graves-grass overgrown.

Were they the reason she lies here?
Was childbirth the cause her life was cut short?
Was it complications from giving birth to triplets?
Or did they die one by one, and she from a broken heart?

Forty years have come and gone,
And still she lies beneath the sod.
No one is left to explain it.
The mystery rests in the hands of God.



Contest-Take the Dagger From My Heart, Please 2
Also entered Contest 206 Any form, any topic, max of 12 lines Judged 9/19/16

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Constance La France October 16, 2016 at 1:53 PM Betty, wonderful poem and congratulations on your win in my contest Betty Harp Butler October 16, 2016 at 2:03 PM Thank you so much Broken Wings! :)

Indiana Shaw July 22, 2016 at 4:40 AM As a lover of grave "Hopping" . . . This poem "Really" depicts some of the graves we see . . . Loved it . . . : ) Betty Harp Butler July 29, 2016 at 1:45 PM Thank you Indiana. It is interesting to look at the old graves.