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.

by Michael Walker Click to read full poem

Comments (49)

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.
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
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
A wonderful poem that has deep feelings.
Fine poem on life and Death.......
Great poem on life and death..Very evocative..10++++++I would like to take this opportunity to thank you so much for the congratulatory comment on my poem, Even If It Takes Forever. Jez❤
thanks a lot for such a briliant poem
I agree with you and Bob Dylan. Death is not the end. I have the names of hundreds of my ancestors and plan to meet them all some day. I only knew one of my grandfathers (my mother's father) and one of my grandmothers (my father's mother) in this life. My own mother has been gone for more than fifty years.
I have reread this touching poem. Again, I will give a top mark for sincerity and expressiveness. Hope you are well Michael. Regards Robert
Why not let Dylan have the last word on the subject, and it's very moving indeed that you've found your grandparents!
death is not the end. nicely done poem sir
Michael, congratulations. I had already read your excellent poem: it is surely worthy of P. of the Day!
Congrats, Michael, for being the Poet of the Day. Every time I read the poem, I remember my parents and grandparents, think of life and death and of afterlife. Thanks.
Death is indeed not the end, just a transition from one phase to another. I also just visited the grave of my grandparents two weeks ago today. A lovely poem and congrats for having it selected as member poem of the day!
A wonderful poem that shows death is not the end at all.
What a beautiful poem about your love and respect for your grandparents. The flow and style are simply amazing. Like to read many times. Thanks for sharing.10+++ and Congratulations.
Excellent poem. Heart-felt and thought-provoking. What an ending! Truly worthy of Poem Of The Day. Congratulations! You might be interested in reading about my near-death experience in my short series of poems called Soul's Journey.