Virginia

VIRGINIA

It was nice to visit you
In the beautiful sanctuary
Of your graveyard
I help my sister clean your gravestone
Pull up some weeds
So that we can see your name
I never get used to seeing my birthday
As your date of death
But as you know
That was not my fault
I walk around and look at the ancient church
Still intact
Always locked
With the old cryptic quote about life and honour
From the Bible
Above the archway
I look at it and again try to totally understand it
But I can’t
Yet
I wonder why you never visit me
In my dreams
Just like Dad does
I try to remember you
Your kindness
Our fun
Your smiles
But I can’t
Yet

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