Tombstones

Underneath the willow tree,

Isolated, forgotten, and alone,

Lie two decayed tombstones

Made of coarse, cracked stone.

Whose lives were buried beneath this tree

To fuel its new life and growth?

Whose names were etched into the rock

Only to fade with the dawn of each new day?

But who also was left behind that day

To continue a passage- a life– alone?

I wonder what memories they held close

And what love they had to learn to let go.

I wonder if they feared their loved ones impression would be lost

And if they ever witnessed the overwhelming growth

Of the Willow which in return now shelters

Their loved ones’ past fears, hopes, and souls.

–Written by Sandy Heights

Image by suju-foto from Pixabay

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