Unremarked Grave
I never saw where they buried you
I read what you wrote at your mass
Your memory is buried within me
Where your words are still throwing dirt
Monday, July 27th
Composed for Four Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2020
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