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TO BE REMEMBERED
BY SOMEONE – SOME DAY
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The weeds overgrown, the grass was like hay;
The trees and the flowers have withered away.
‘Twas a sad reminder, emotions not spared,
Of those who have died, with no one who cared.
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Their stones, now worn thin; some cracked with age,
Forgotten, they lie in the wrought iron cage.
Not a hint of remembrance, no sign of life
For all those who’d been a husband or wife.
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The Cross on the steeple still stands straight and tall.
I’s a Sign that there’s hope for one and for all.
Through this morbid place, now I silently trod,
Tough forgotten by many, never by God.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 77-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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Yes God would always remember! Loved your poem!