MW ( / cv48488)

Life And Death.

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 in Morley Street.
They taught me table manners and how to arrange cutlery.

My grandfather 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,
and listening to the magic fountain play and cascade.

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

-15 June,2016.

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Comments (50)

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
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.
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