THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY

 By Thelma Greene Reagan

 Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
 Today we talked where others cried,
For loved ones whose lives are stilled.
 Today our hearts were touched

By graves of tiny babies;
 Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
 Today we saw where grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
 Lying under the trees and clouds –
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
 Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
 Who lies beneath this hallowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
 No indication could be found.
 Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay,
We had been here once before,
 On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
 Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
 To be preserved for generations hence,
 A record we hope will last.
 
 Cherish it my friend; preserve it my friend,
 For stones sometimes crumble to dust,
 And generations of folks yet to come....
 Will be grateful for your trust.