Sight Beyond - Entry #14

In the late-dimming moments of twilight

I sat beside a child's tomb

So somber, silent- that coming night

So forlorn and so lonely

the child's tomb

Yet in that mirthless moment

Gathered round memoriam stone

A host of watchful faces

Ever-seeing, protectful-watching

here and beyond

The child's soul is resting

Here there is no pain

Only silent evening-dimming

And cold-night coming

and stone and graves

LOTT'S WIFE

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