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Graveyard Musings

Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to share memories, to express feelings, and share what inspires her, so others might be inspired.

Cemeteries are sad places when you have a loved one buried there. As time goes by your grief changes and it gets easier because you are no longer in a state of shock. And now it is the sweet memories that outweigh the sadness. Strangers will pass by the graves of your loved ones and wonder about them.

It is intriguing to walk around cemeteries and read inscriptions on the gravestones. You find yourself wondering about the person, what they were like, what they were known for, what their legacy was. It's hard to see the graves of babies, children, and young adults. I wonder what awful tragedy led to their death? I find myself thinking about the families, the heartbreak of the mother and father. Then there are the graves of our men and women in uniform. They are not alive to thank for their service. I am reminded of how important it is to engrave your loved one's headstone with information about who they were and how precious they are to you. Not only will it remind you when you visit, but other people will have some inkling about your loved one's preciousness. You never know either if someone is praying for the comfort of the loved ones left behind. That would be you.

This poem starts out about dark clouds hovering over the graveyard. It is not to make graveyards look sinister. I live in the Pacific Northwest and we get more dark clouds than sunny days. It always seems to be when I visit a graveyard it's overcast or really cloudy. But I don't find them sad places because every human being, past, present, and future has or will die. I published this poem in an anthology comprising several Hubpages authors. It was published using the verbiage of dark clouds. But I added a photo of sunlight beaming across a small cemetery, so I am going to share that photo for a different and more pleasant perspective.

Join me on my excursion and thoughts as I look at the graves of people I never knew.

Graveyard Musings

Dark clouds hover

over the graveyard

where bodies sleep

in earthen lairs.

Gravestones name

people I never knew.

What did I miss

not knowing them?

What did they suffer?

What brought them joy?

What mark did they make?

Whose hearts did they break?

I tread with care

on their carpets of sod,

lamenting at neglected

crumbling stones

which betray the memory

of those who sleep there.

Admiring artful carvings

and inscriptions

of tender tributes,

I wonder who decides

who is more deserving

than another.

I offer prayers

of celebration

for each one who

were once graced

with life and opportunity.

Perhaps one day we'll meet

in paradise.

© 2016 Lori Colbo. All rights reserved


© 2017 Lori Colbo

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