Words on a Gravestone
Poem
Imogene’s Notebook
Poem
Can I rest for a while my dear,
just to smile
and reflect, all alone
as I sit on your stone,
to read the short poem upon it?
They’re just words, I know,
but still they will show
just who you were,
and those who still care
can take comfort
from that little sonnet.
A mother, a friend,
it matters none in the end.
You’re just a lost soul,
of whom life took its toll,
and now you lie here as a token
to women who strived,
while they were alive
to nurture and care,
to comfort and share
their love for the lame
and the broken.
A few years have passed
since I came here last,
and though I am older
respect grows no colder,
for she was both humble and brave.
A remarkable human
this unknown woman,
who, over the years
still moves me to tears
as I read the words on her grave.