The Old Cemetery

The Old Cemetery

When I was a young boy I would go with my Dad.
to the old cemetery about ten miles down the road.
Every Memorial day Grandma and Grandpa's graves,
would need to be cleaned so my Dad took a rake.

All the weeds and vines were cleared off the graves.
Dad would just stand there and look at their graves,
I didn't understand until I went to my own Dad's grave.
Dad worked in Foundry and made Grandma a marker.

It's just a small plaque of bronze with Mother on it.
It remains there to this day at the top of her grave.
Dad passed away in 1988 so I go to the old cemetery,
every Memorial day to honor my Dad's last wishes.

Grandpa only had a plain stone to mark his grave..
Grandma had nothing before Dad made the plaque.
One day I thought their graves would become lost,
to the rest of the family the graves were secluded.

Therefore I decided to make them grave markers.
from small blocks of concrete with stainless steel,
tops I had their names and birth dates engraved.
After I'm gone the family can find their graves.

When they visit the old cemetery on Memorial day.
The dead are gone forever they should be visited.
However they should be respectfully honored and,
always remembered by family on memorial Day.

By: Kings

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