7th August 1985
Remembering Nevill, June, Sheila, Nicholas and Daniel
Such a peaceful place of many deep sorrows,
Where the living walk among solemn rows,
Looking for the grave where Graves of those once
loved in times gone by,
Quietly lying in rows beneath the Earth's sky;
memories lie,
As they recall the day of the final goodbye.
The dead bring memories of joy and sorrows
For loved ones walking among the silent rows;
Some stand by graves in hushed reflection,
Others speak aloud of heartbreak and affection;
Some visit for just a moment and others for a
while,
Then walk away with a tear or memory's fond smile.
Many graves have mementos or lovely flowers,
Some with new sod needing nature's showers,
While others have clearly fallen out of memory,
With only stones showing a brief life's summary,
Until they fade and crumble over the long years,
When no one is left to care or shed grief's tears.
Each grave has a life story once known,
Stories created as life's seeds were sown.
Some stories live on in family histories,
While others wane into unknown mysteries;
All eventually forgotten as time passes by,
When all those memories grow old and die.
Such a peaceful place of many deep sorrows,
Where the living walk among solemn rows,
Looking for the grave where memories lie,
Sadly mourning until their own final goodbye,
When they too will quietly lie beneath the sky,
As their loved ones mourn for times gone by.
Times Gone By © Belinda Stotler
