Recording Cemetery Data
Today, we proceeded to visit
On a lonesome, deserted hill
Where tears of sorrow have been shed
For family loved-ones who rest there still.
The grave sites of itsy-bitsy babies
Our hearts they did tenderly touch.
They were snatched from mother's arms
Before they had a chance to live much.
Under the clouds and trees
Our grandparents now rest
From hard labor and toil
While the birds make their nest.
We wondered about the barren spot
That was marked by just a field stone.
Was it a baby, child, youth, or an adult?
All identification was forgotten and gone.
We came to the site where Mama and Papa lay sleeping.
We've come here many times before.
We think of the day they were entombed
Which we'll recall forever more.
Today with tablet and pen
We recorded our ancestors of the past
To try and securely preserve
An accurate document of our family's cast.
Cherish and preserve this genealogical data
As tombstones often crumble to dust and scatter;
Our children and grandchildren in the future may
Seek this ancestral-written matter.
Author: Edith Bastin (©) Copyright: September 09, 1998. All Rights Reserved.
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