Among The Tombstones

A once smartly manicured lawn,

holding headstones new,

headstones faded,

... headstones.

They are the final telling:

a name,

a birth,

a death.

The final journey,

the last home,

no more anticipation,

no more worries.

In this squared circle,

seventy-five stones;

stones that if thought upon,

could tell us a history.

Mother, father,

grandparents,

wife, husband,

son and daughter.

Countless others,

who count in someone's eyes,

someone's heart,

someone's memory.

All, in that final sweet repose.

The greatest journey taken,

the greatest journey ended.

... the last true place of peace.

Whispering a few words, I walk away.

So much love among these tombstones.