Graves of those once loved in times gone by,
Quietly lying in rows beneath the Earth's sky;
Such a peaceful place of many deep sorrows,
Where the living walk among solemn rows,
Looking for the grave where memories lie,
As they recall the day of the final goodbye.
The dead bring memories of joy and sorrows
For loved ones walking among the silent rows;
Some stand by graves in hushed reflection.
Others speak aloud of heartbreak and affection;
Some visit for just a moment and others for a while,
Then walk away with a tear or memory's fond smile.
Many graves have mementos or lovely flowers,
Some with new sod needing nature's showers,
While others have clearly fallen out of memory,
With only stones showing a brief life's summary,
Until they fade and crumble over the long years,
When no one is left to care or shed grief's tears.
Each grave has a life story once known,
Stories created as life's seeds were sown.
Some stories live on in family histories,
While others wane into unknown mysteries;
All eventually forgotten as time passes by,
When all those memories grow old and die.
Such a peaceful place of many deep sorrows,
Where the living walk among solemn rows,
Looking for the grave where memories lie,
Sadly mourning until their own final goodbye,
When they too will quietly lie beneath the sky,
As their loved ones mourn for times gone by.
In Memory Of Those We Loved
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I have done a lot of genealogy research and have visited quite a few cemeteries. Some of them were small and very old, and some of them neglected. I took up genealogy to discover my roots and...
Times Gone By
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Belinda Stotler
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Published by Family Friend Poems August 2016 with permission of the Author.
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I have done a lot of genealogy research and have visited quite a few cemeteries. Some of them were small and very old, and some of them neglected. I took up genealogy to discover my roots and a woman I worked with, who was a Mormon, encouraged me to do so. Mormon's have collected vast amounts of genealogy data on many people and they share it willing with anyone, regardless of their faith. My co-worker explained that Mormons believe they'll meet all of their ancestors when they pass from this life and feel they should know who it is they're going to meet. It's sad to see neglected graves where their headstones are fading and crumbling from passing time. The poem is in memory of those we love, but its message is also to remind us of how short life is and to spend as much time as we can with our loved ones. The memories are all we living have to sustain until we see them again and it's the best gift we can leave loved ones when we pass on.