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Visiting The Old Cemetery
"Etched in stone- names of honored souls-
remembering their roles and goals."
_by Poet
Oh, cemetery- at your rusted gate,
I stand before it for a while and wait
to gather thoughts of those I know are here-
both family and friends, to me, so dear
beneath the velvet blanket of spring grass,
embraced forever from their earthly pass;
with monuments above etched with a name
and span of life on Earth, we can acclaim.
The cemetery grants me space to think
of my connections- how they interlink
with kin and classmates resting here right now-
and hope they feel I'm missing them somehow.
I walk in slowly, shut the gate behind-
to visit those where I feel love enshrined.
Copyright ©
Sandra Haight
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