On Christmas morning we visit the marked stones,
The grass, the pots of fresh Paradise Birds,
Magnolias, Christmas trees,
And we visit the names.
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How you add meaning to the lives of those who are now gone. This is a very thoughtful poem. And to visit the gravesites on Christmas day is quite sobering. Great poem.
Nice little poem masiela dear, it makes u think.
Gravestones are the gravest stones of all, reminding us that each of us must fall...