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Poem #5 from "Voices From Mt. Olive Cemetery" A work in progress. An epitaph in extended form.

Nellie B Chandler 1897-1911

Nellie B. Chandler

1897-1911

There I am.

Here I am now.

I am the six year old girl

Behind the glass window

That wide open wedge to the north

From inside my classroom there

At Evergreen school, ‘neath 

The towering ascending elm trees there,

Shrouded in immense shade.

I am standing and staring there

Daydreaming and yearning and desiring

For my mama and papa

To come get me here,

Wishing and waiting, waiting and hoping

For them to come get me and take me home.

I hate it here!

I hate school!

My forward gaze to the north

Extends out forever as the moon 

stretches its beams, outward outward, and beyond

The limitless fantastic scenes in black space.

I see out there to the north

I see four faces in the distance there,

Friendly faces, familiar faces

Of family and friends, all

Now asleep with me here,

Here in the cool calm tombs

Of Mt. Olive Cemetery.

There I am.

Here I am now.

Mama. Papa. Come get me!

I hate it here!

I am waiting…waiting…waiting…

Shrouded in immense shade.

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