THE RECORDING OF A
CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
- Today we walked
where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where others cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.
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- Today our hearts
were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- Today we recorded
for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
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- 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.
(From the US GEN
WEB Tombstone Project)
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