"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 the 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.