In the calm of a cemetery,
the late autumn sunshine lights hidden corners.
marking the plots where people now lay,
Not just names and dates,
these people were once known to us.
These were friends and love ones.
The grass has started to encroach on the slate plaques set into the ground.
Love for these people brought us here,
so we tidy,
brushing off the dirt and leaves,
trimming back the soft green grass.
Though no longer with us
we talk to these people,
these people who never really departed,
for we will take them with us,
in our hearts,