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I'm a "native Texan" from east Texas and Find-a-Grave has been so helpful to me in my research that I would like to return the favor.|
If I have created a memorial for a relative, I welcome any documented corrections for any errors that I might have made.
I don't know the authors of the following poems, both were signed "unknown" ....but how true they are.
THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
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.
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.
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.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
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.
Then there is the modern day genealogy poem.....
A Genealogy Nightmare
My daughter never married but she's lived with Joe, so long,
And they and the kids are so happy that somehow, it doesn't seem wrong.
My son, he was legally married but his wife kept her own name.
We don't know the name of our grand-kids but, we love everyone, just the same.
But, my sister, she really got married, she 'tied the knot' all seven times.
Her family could pass for a railroad with the crossing of so many lines!
My brother, well, he was adopted, but he found his natural kin,
And our family tree is just 'blooming' like a wild and monstrous thing.
I try to keep things in order every one, a place of their own,
But what shall I do about Father, he says,"He's really a clone!"
Happy hunting everyone!
Oaklawn Memorial Cemetery