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Monday, September 30, 2019

Our Graves

Our graves reside in many countries, 
foreign tongues give 
blessings 
that we cannot comprehend.

The soil smells alien 
& the stones refuse to speak 
our language. 

Our graves do not 
recognize our 
cherished memories. 

They cannot remember; 
they were never there. 

These lands that embrace
our losses
like fallen leaves, 
gather them, 
only to 
blow them 
into oblivion. 

I know not 
where I will 
to be buried; 
only God knows. 

I, the daughter of a father, 
born under one sun, 
passed below another moon, 
& laid to rest 
where war ravagers
stole his tombstone. 

Our graves will not 
grasp the footsteps of
visitors. 

Thank God for winds that 
lift our souls 
into many places. 

Places, where the blessings
of loves ones
can be touched...

Note: For dearest Aunt Maysoon who passed on 9/29/2019; a dear friend; fellow walker; animal lover and fountain of kindness, wisdom and knowledge.