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we stood before a mound there was a plaque name dates of birth & death final epitaph but i wandered off and saw a thicket inside i could see things through the tangle of weeds i made my way in and saw it was like outside only no one seemed to care about this place weeds were growing all over everything here and there someone had tried to clear away the debris to place a tribute but this place was so removed so lonely so desolate ~~~ they came and got me never told me where i had been or what i had seen was but it haunted me all these years ~~~ i'm in my 40's now kids on their own in the world one with a kid of her own and my mom is a greatgrandmom fighting a body that betrays her her will indominable ~~~ and my sister says yes she remembers that about a childhood memory "...but i have windows..." she says and things she doesn't remember like Cape May NJ but she tells me what it's like now this storybook home we had shared and she tells me about the women we buried there that she (my greatgrandmother) was white and that the place i wandered to was the coloured area of the cemetary they never keep it up ~~~ so a fragment of a memory finds its source and i am pondering how i could possibly have been so blind not to notice things like colour and such how i could walk so far without knowing the secrets of my past Spirits 222210 11/98