THE
RECORDING OF A CEMETERY BY
THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others
walked On a lonely, windswept hill; Today we talked
where other 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 an
unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hollowed 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 all
like to forget, But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and
kin The graves of ancestors past; To be preserved 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.
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