An old headstone
in a small country graveyard,
years of bad weather
has left it scarred.
A family relative
from a long time ago
now the perch
of a large black crow.
The grave is overgrown
with thistles and weeds,
no one is around
to carry out a good deed.
You try to make out
the year on the headstone
whilst balancing
carefully on the curbstone.
He was only nineteen
when he had drowned
and it was
over a month before
his remains were found.
Newlywed, he had left
a pregnant wife behind.
Who, to a mental asylum
was later confined.
Standing in the stillness,
you offered up a prayer
for his young soul,
and that of his wife
buried in some unknown hole.
Their child grew up
to be a strong man
who had lived his life
to his own plan.
He had a wife
and a family of his own.
Including one son,
to whom you were well-known.
That son was your father,
who told you of this place.
So, now his grandfather
you could finally trace.
Oh my! That’s SOME legacy!!
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Amazing!
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I lost my breath for a moment
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Your welcome
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That’s a touching one!
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Nice penned
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Timeless piece right here.
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What a picture you draw with words here😍
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Thank you
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My pleasure.😊
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