THE OLD CEMETERY

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A poem about family graves and how I don't get a chance to visit them as much as I would like to... and, oh, how I miss them all!

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THE OLD CEMETERY : 

THE OLD CEMETERY By: Linda J. Hutchinson

Today is going to be a sad day; I plan to visit my loved ones, not in person, but at the old cemetery where long ago I told them all goodbye. : 

Today is going to be a sad day; I plan to visit my loved ones, not in person, but at the old cemetery where long ago I told them all goodbye.

I have not been there in a long time, now living many miles away, I do not get to stop by as often as I did long ago, when I lived nearby. : 

I have not been there in a long time, now living many miles away, I do not get to stop by as often as I did long ago, when I lived nearby.

As I entered the gate, a sad feeling came over me, the once neat and beautiful cemetery was now overgrown, and I was having trouble finding our family plot. : 

As I entered the gate, a sad feeling came over me, the once neat and beautiful cemetery was now overgrown, and I was having trouble finding our family plot.

Getting out of the car my heart sank and I began to cry, it was heartbreaking, our family plot is under perpetual care, to be kept clean forever and now it's not. : 

Getting out of the car my heart sank and I began to cry, it was heartbreaking, our family plot is under perpetual care, to be kept clean forever and now it's not.

In front of me were vines, tall weeds and grass, under them, somewhere, were my dear parents’ graves, I knew it would be a challenge, so, okay weeds, beware. : 

In front of me were vines, tall weeds and grass, under them, somewhere, were my dear parents’ graves, I knew it would be a challenge, so, okay weeds, beware.

I borrowed a hoe and clippers, cutting franticly, soon I could see the top of a marble stone, with hard tugs I pulled the last weeds away, and their names were there. : 

I borrowed a hoe and clippers, cutting franticly, soon I could see the top of a marble stone, with hard tugs I pulled the last weeds away, and their names were there.

I knelt beside my parents’ grave and I told them I loved them, also whispered my regrets of the jungle growing over them, this was not suppose to happen, but it had. : 

I knelt beside my parents’ grave and I told them I loved them, also whispered my regrets of the jungle growing over them, this was not suppose to happen, but it had.

Shaking with disbelief, I partly cleaned off another grave or two, my grandmother, my brother and an uncle are here, also a dear aunt, the only sister of my dad. : 

Shaking with disbelief, I partly cleaned off another grave or two, my grandmother, my brother and an uncle are here, also a dear aunt, the only sister of my dad.

I was tired and dirty, my arms were scratched, my hands bled from blisters, I did not know I would need gloves, before the cemetery was always kept neat and pretty. : 

I was tired and dirty, my arms were scratched, my hands bled from blisters, I did not know I would need gloves, before the cemetery was always kept neat and pretty.

The man in the office said he was sorry it was overgrown, but he could not get workers; unbelievable, I hope it does not stay this way, it's not in the country; it’s in a big city. : 

The man in the office said he was sorry it was overgrown, but he could not get workers; unbelievable, I hope it does not stay this way, it's not in the country; it’s in a big city.

Written by:Linda J. Hutchinson (Monroe) : 

Written by:Linda J. Hutchinson (Monroe) Oakland Cemetery Dallas, Texas