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after a visit to the cemetery

Today, we went to see to see

My grandmother’s grave,

But first stopped to see the baby’s stones,

To remember, and keep their hopes alive.

So many dreams dashed,

But were they the lucky ones?

 

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Fantastic work. Powerful.

[Relic]

I occasionally take short-cuts through the local cemetery. I've spotted a couple of very young children's graves. It really makes me wonder, and at the same time contemplate making it as far as I have.

[Amanda Renee]

your comment is well said, at least we are still wondering, and I love your thumbnail picture, Pink Floyd I am assuming...

[Relic]

Yes, dark side of the moon. :)

[Chris Shaw]

I also visit graveyards and I am always moved at the loss of children and babies. My heart feels so sad for their parents and lost opportunities. Yes, dashed dreams, in an unkind world. I pondered on your question Amanda. A poignant piece of poetry that touches the emotions.

Chris

[Amanda Renee]

yes, complicated emotions... I am lucky to live near a beautiful cemetery, that my mom and I have visited to keep stories alive

[Chris Shaw]

I understand complicated emotions. I like that you keep stories alive. I do that too.