Trips to the Cemetery.

Thomas W Case



Mom took my brother and
I to the cemetery when
we were kids.
Her mother and grandma
were there underneath the
grass and dirt.
The spring breeze felt
good on my face.
We put carnations and
lilacs on all the graves.
She told us stories about
our dead relatives.
The tombstones, with the
dates seemed ancient and
final.

After flowering all the
graves, we went to
the pond and fed
the ducks and swans.
There was a fire in
their eyes.
They were always
hungry.
They gobbled the bread
and swam in circles.

When we became
teenagers, Mom took
us to the cemetery, and
taught us how to drive.
She said it was
safer there.
We couldn't kill
anyone.

Many years later
I took my little sons to
cemetery.
I showed them all
the graves and told
the old family stories.
"That's your grandma,"  I said,
pointing to the tombstone.
"She brought me here,
when I was your age."

My oldest son, Zach, who was
seven at the time said,
"When I get old,
I'm going to bring my kids
here to visit the family.
Will you come with us, Daddy?"
"Sure", I said.
Let's feed the swans.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2024 17:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.
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Comments6

  • sorenbarrett

    A great story that keeps the timeline. When I was small my father took us to the cemetery to show us where Santa was buried.

  • Teddy.15

    Such true innocence of a seven year old, beautifully written dear Thomas. 🌹

  • orchidee

    A fine write T.

    • Cassie58

      A beautiful share Thomas. Oh, the innocence of children. What a pity we lose it as we grew up. Have a happy Friday.

      • Thomas W Case

        Thank you.

      • Goldfinch60

        Wonderful words Thomas showing the innocence of children.

        Andy

      • Doggerel Dave

        Well told.

      • gray0328

        Enjoy it thoroughly. When I was young my dad would sit me on his lap and let me drive is convertible Sprite in Audubon Park. Great memories.

        • Thomas W Case

          Thanks for the read and comment.



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