'THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY'
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill
Today we talked where others 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.