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A CHILD I DIDN'T KNOW
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
In a worn and tattered graveyard
From a long, long time ago
I stumbled on a tiny grave
Of a child I didn't know.
The name was peeled and faded.
This baby's days were very few.
I felt such sorrow for this child
That I never even knew.
I sensed the pain the parents had
When they laid their child to rest.
They stood there in that very spot,
Wondering if they did their best.
Children shouldn't be forgotten
In this place that death bestowed,
So I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.
I walked a little further to
The grave of another child
Whose years were short upon this earth,
And I paused there for awhile.
I then fell reverent to my knees
While my tears began to flow.
As I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.
I wandered through the headstones
Of more children, young and old.
Whose lives were taken much too soon.
With their stories left untold.
An eerie chill swept through me
As timeless winds began to blow,
While I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.
I looked back as I was leaving
Through this gate of ageless grief.
Evening shadows lingered where
They once stood in disbelief.
Someone may think of my child
In a hundred years or so
When they place a rose upon the grave
Of a child they didn't know.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
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