The Old Cemetery

The Old Cemetery

When I was a young boy I would go with my Dad.
To the old cemetery about ten miles down the road.
Every Memorial day Grandma and Grandpa's graves,
Would need to be cleaned so my Dad took a rake.

All the weeds and vines were cleared off the graves.
Dad would just stand and admire how good they look.
I didn't understand until I went to my own Dad's grave.
Dad worked in a Foundry and made Grandma a marker.

It's just a small plaque of bronze with Mother engraved.
It remains there to this day at the top of Grandma grave.
My Dad passed away in 1988 so I go to the old cemetery,
Yes, every Memorial day to honor my Dad's last wishes.

My Grandpa only had a plain stone to mark his grave.
Grandma had nothing until Dad made her the plaque.
So one day I thought their graves could become lost,
To the rest of the family who didn't know their exact spot.

Therefore I decided I would make them grave markers.
From blocks of concrete with stainless steel inscriptions.
On the stainless their names and birth dates engraved.
Maybe after I'm gone the family can find their graves.

When they visit the country cemetery on Memorial day.
The dead should be remembered and visited yearly.
We must not forget our kin who have crossed over.
Always remember our heavenly family on Memorial Day.

By: Kings