In Memory Of The Dead
I visited your grave in a tranquil graveyard,
on your headstone your name was written.
With tears in my eyes I remember your smile, your blue eyes, your knidness and your love.
Now here you lie under a blue sky, decayed,decomposed,deprived, neglected and forgotten.
Grandparents are too easily forgotten.
Thats what I think is shocking.
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