It has been awhile,
since I have visited the grave;
of my big sister, father and mother,
and my sweet baby boy !
The path has cracks and is dangerously uneven,
scattered are toppled headstones here and there;
and damaged steps and rails,
well, it is an old cemetery but it seems forgotten !
As I walk along,
I recall the memories I hold close;
of each loved one engraved in stone here,
that I am about to visit !
Then, I am there at the once shiny black stone gazing,
for it is covered with green moss and bird droppings;
and I am filled with horror,
oh guilt, oh why has it taken me so long to visit !
I walk around it,
the moss is on both the sides and back;
covering the scroll work and baby's name,
the front has a little but not as bad !
Along the bottom it has grown up quite a bit,
and I fall to my knees weeping, mom, dad so sorry;
then, I feel hands caressing my hair,
and mom is whispering to me, but it is not words of love !
Come back tomorrow,
with Dawn soap and a sturdy brush;
and bring a buck for water and wear gloves,
I lift my head surprised !
June 18, 2021
Copyright Protected, ID 6-1365-305-18
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Surprise Me
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 07/03/2021
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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