Poems
| Today we walked where others walked on a lonely , windswept hill; Today we talked where others cried for loved ones whose lives are stilled Today our hearts were touched by graves of tiny babies Snatched from the arms of loving kin, In the heartbreak of the ages Today we saw where the grandparents lay In the last sleep of their time Lying under the trees and clouds Their beds kissed by the sun and wind. Today we wondered about a unmarked spot Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay We had been here once before On a day we'd like to forget But will remember forever more Today we recorded for Kith and Kin the graves of ancestors past To be preserves for generations hence a record we hope will last Cherish it my friend; preserve it, my friend For stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust. By: Thelma Green Reagan |
Dear Ancestor Your tombstone stands among the rest Neglected and alone The name and date are chiseled out On polished marble stone It reaches out to all who care It is too late to mourn You did not know that I exist You died and I was born Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh and blood and bone Our blood contracts and beats a pulse Entirely not our own Dear Ancestor..the place you filled One hundred years ago Spreads out among the ones you left Who would have loved you so I wonder how you lived and loved I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot And come to visit you. Author Unknown |