You never forget
the shape of the stone,
or the words chisled
across- names, dates,tenure
of lives, now covered with moss.

You never forget
the warmth of a smile,
a hug to assuage tears,
memories of too short a while,
now covered by years.

08/01/2002

Posted on 08/01/2002
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