--For Anatole Lubovich, No one could ever replace a heart that loving

Below the grass and granite
sleep Julia and Lucy.
Beneath the blood red pistache
dream two unknown Chinese.
Here with hands of stone
lies Mr. Charles Light.
Their lives measured in years and days
with names now long dead--
Hortense and Creed and Bessie.
Others with titles eternal as the earth--
Father. Our Baby.
The old blue oak survived the fire.
Not so the wooden crosses
felled by the long century.
John lived through two world wars.
Peace eventually held sway.
And Lizzie's words carved in marble
reach alive into today:
"Stranger stop as you pass by.
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so you shall be.
Prepare for death and follow me." 


© EPG (written at the Davis cemetery)