Three

Summer sun so high above brightly shines on grass so green so near now but still a ways grows so close perhaps today words that are carved in stone say nothing of what once was flowers wilt by teddy bears hand drawn cards stained with tears a grassy plot of virgin soil that has been bought for future need days go by and months do flee before they come and fall on knees children laugh and run about and parents hush as they grieve plans are made and costs are paid as fear does grow day by day memories burn and yet they fade till grass and stone alone they lay