I know, or I think I know, where I was born.
New Plymouth, a city with two sprawling cemeteries,
where I found my grandparents' gravestones at last,
but they were covered in gray lichen and moss.
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"Death is not the end", reminded me of Bob Dylan. Then I saw your note and found the reference in it too. Lovely poem. Thank you for making me recall Bob and his songs
(part 3) I like to tell people that I was born in a bank. I say that my mother went there and made a deposit, and sometimes they ask 'Don't you mean a withdrawal? '
(continued from previous comment) It used to be a bank, but had a clinic on the second floor, where I was born. (continued in part 3)
I can show you the very building where I was born. The building is still standing, but has changed function several times. (comment continued; too long)
It's okay for old headstones to be covered in lichen and moss. Just don't sit still long enough for it to happen to you!
I have read and commented on this before, but had to come back and read it again. Now I will add it to my favorite poem list so that it will be easier to find next time.
This is marvellous poem, Michael. In search of your grandfather's gravestones in a Cemetery in New Plymouth itself shows your deep respect for your roots - from where you come and belong. According to Hindu Philosophy, death is not an end. It is the beginning of a new life of the soul in a new body. To the life of a beautiful poem- a full score....10
Thanks very much Geeta for commenting and comparing Christian beliefs with Hinduism. It would be good to be reborn in a new body, endless possibilities to think about that.
touching piece thank you so much for sharing this masterpiece..
Thank you very much for reading quite an old poem of mine. Great comment.
Nice reminder of how we live on after death in the memories of those we left behind.
I believe that is true. That's why I remember my deceased parents and brother. 'Death may not be the end'-I cannot prove it one way or the other. Thanks for your assessment.
A reminder of life and of its end. Very interesting. Thanks for sharing.
You are such a respected and well read poet. I understand why. Thank you
You give generous praise, which I do not forget. Thank you very much.
Michael, This is one of my favorite poems of yours. I visit my grandparents graves when I visit Minnesota in the summer's. I miss them so.
I miss my grandparents after all these years, I hope to meet them again one day. (I revised this poem-a few changes) .
death is no end death a chapter which employs the reminiscence closest than living chapter very impressive writings and superb poem penned; thanks for sharing
Death may not be the end. It is the next chapter in the book of life, I think. Thanks for your analytical comment.
I know, or I think I know, where I was born. New Plymouth, a seaside city with two cemeteries, where I found my grandparents' gravestones at last; but covered in gray lichen
An accurate quote of the opening lines. I have since revised this poem. Thanks for quoting me.
This poem was Poem Of the Day in 2016. Congratulations.