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I stand transfixed,
Surrounded by stones,
Gazing at your name
Etched in marble.
I didn’t expect to see you here.
Yes, I knew you were gone,
That you had taken that final journey.
But life took us far from this village.
I didn’t expect you would return
To the company of those we knew back when.
My tear-filled eyes move away from your resting spot
To those that surround you.
Our grade three teacher, the choir director,
An infant son who only lived one day.
Grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins,
Both yours and mine.
School mates and neighbours.
I read their names and feel their presence,
Familiar faces flashing through my mind.
Overwhelmed with the memories
I realize
That this is indeed home.
About the Creator
Gail Wylie
Family therapist - always wanted to be a writer. Have published books on autism. Currently enjoying trying my hand at fiction. Loving the challenges of Vocal. Excited to have my first novel CONSEQUENCES available through Amazon.
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