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Life And Death.
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Life And Death.

Poem By Michael Walker

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.

The kindly sexton said she would spray the gravestones
and I will go back to see them cleaned and clarified.
My grandparents were always there for me.
My grandfather taught me table manners, sternly.

He and I used to watch the cricket at Pukekura Park
then we would wander around the lake,
seeing the sleek canoes gliding on the surface.
I loved to hear the fountain playing on and off.

I thought that death may not be the end,
when I found their graves last weekend.

-15 June,2016.

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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
touching piece thank you so much for sharing this masterpiece..
Nice reminder of how we live on after death in the memories of those we left behind.
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