Elizabeth

Memoirsofamadlife

In the light of the day

there are no numbers

the moss hides the shadow

across the silver laden stones

 

Searching as the sun streams

alighting lines across the way

flitters dust like fairies

in the shadows of the graves

 

Brushing away the florets

of the silver tinged moss

lies the Beloved Mother

whose place is no longer lost

 

Closing away the mystery

of a namesakes pictural

beloved Great-great grandmother

no longer a forgotten marker

 

 

 

  • Author: Memoirs of a mad life (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2020 17:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: My mother and I sat out on a journey recently to find the grave of my Great-great grandmother. We were able to find her in a somewhat neglected old cemetery along on old country road. It was morning and the sun was just clearing away the dew, when we were able to find her headstone and clean it carefully to reveal her name and the words ''Beloved Mother' appeared across the bottom. My mother who is 81, cried as she shared memories of the woman whose name I carry. We placed flowers there and I plan to return as often as possible. I jotted this poem down when I returned that same day.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Heather T

    Beautifully emotive write. In the past few years I've transformed into a highly sentimental genealogy buff, and often feel as though I am

    "Brushing away the florets

    of the silver tinged moss"

    with each discovery.

    Enjoyed!
    Heather

    • Memoirsofamadlife

      Thank you so much. I am very much into geneology too. Good luck in your adventures!

    • Nemo

      We all are but connected with death 🌹 beautiful write 👍

    • Goldfinch60

      She will now be with you forever.



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