Cemetery Blues.

The pathway

along the cemetery path

is a lonely walk,

passing graves

whose legends

are unknown to me,

whose lives

but a mystery.

But your grave

is at the end

near the young tree,

your black granite stone

contains all there is

for others who come to know.

But no black stone

could contain

all there is to know

about you my son,

whose ashes are all

that remains of you

beneath the soil.

But it is in our hearts and mind

that you live on

in memories and love,

hoping for the time

we can see you again

in some sphere,

elsewhere not near,

nor far from here.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Grief is painful, but it is a process that must be accomplished. This offering describes a father's tribute to his late son, in the form of a visit to the cemetery. The father has in some ways come to terms with the death, but it is still weighing heavily upon him. It is well that he makes these visits; some day he will be able to say, bon voyage.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, John.