Sadness drifts in

As I plan and pack for the trip

Heading back home, which for me

Is no more…

To visit my parents 6 feet below

A sad and somber place

Somewhere I find no grace

It makes me shiver and cry

Wondering why we bury our dead

And why we stand overhead

As A place to remember…

I don’t remember you here

In my mind, everyday, I don’t remember

Ever Seeing you here

Only the box they carried you in

On that cold and sad day

We all walked away and left you within

By yourself, all alone, not even a coat

To keep you warm

As I enter this God forsaken place

Are you missing me as I miss you

Do you wonder why your here

Buried underground…

Yes, you must…

As your parents, and grandparents

Are laying here too

Scattered, many markers away from you

As I stand by your name on that rock

Only wind makes a noise

Thinking souls would gather

And give us all visiting, a sign

That you are all truly resting in peace

So all of us….

Aren’t in such fear

Of soon following you here…