This is for the Warden of Graves.
Serving the five places that I soo love.
I choose to become their number one slave.
Under the banner of a flying dove.
I am the Warden of the many grave.
It is their memories I wish to save.
Their names to be blasted into granite.
The thing that its wonderful, patrons gave,
In that beautiful place on our planet.
I will honor my feeling with sonnet.
I'm living my life on the cusp of change.
When they need, I am sure to be on it.
Working within spaces of lots and range.
I greet families, help with unity.
They be received with respect, dignity.