28 July 2012
I took a walk, a morning fine The sky so blue, the sun so high And took a shortcut past a church A graveyard: rest for those who die
I stopped and saw the rows of stones Some lopsided, some upbeat And thought of all the lives lived Of those souls buried, 'neath my feet
I crouch down by a gravestone near And pick out letters through the moss "Here lies our dearest and beloved, Edith Beatrice Lavoss"
"Born 1st April 1920, Died 3rd May 1928, Our only daughter fair and pure Taken so cruelly by fate"
Tears begin to pluck my eyes As I think of this poor girl's short life Died before her adulthood Before she could be someone's wife
The wicked hand played to her parents To have to bury their own child I hope for Edith, the end wasn't hard It took her gently, took her mild
And as my tears begin to dry I think of all those buried here Lives forgotten; for some no-one Will stop to think or shed a tear.
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Forgotten Souls • Opuss № I