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We
go to graves to see the names
Upon the tombstones chiseled plain
To find
the loved ones who we must
Fondly remember, a part of us
We go to graves
to kneel at plots
Remembering things so soon forgot
We bow our heads and
say a prayer
So many memories buried there
We go to graves to bend
a knee
To see the photos of deceased
So young and vibrant they once were
Their likeness cause hearts to stir
We go to graves to say amen
To
all the things remembered when
There was such joy in family, friends
Those
times will never come again
We go to graves to tell our folks
The
love we had but seldom spoke
And that we miss them more than we
Could ever
say, quite honestly
We go to graves, down rows we walk
To find forebears,
if stones could talk
What stories we would hear from them
Their voices
echo in the wind
We go to graves to feel the sense
Of being with them,
once again
Of having one more memory
Kept in our hearts eternally
We
go to graves to find the thing
That's missing in the lives we lead
And
in the end, if truth we tell
We go to graves to find ourselves.
©
d.knape
October
7, 2012
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