I stand
This cemetery
Stone
Goes for miles
Memories
And lies all die
One shovel
One cancer
One casket
This ending life
First mound of dirt
Weeping family
Taken so young
To return to earth
Parents can hardly stand.
Every ounce of strength
I look through the shades
To hide my face
So little I know
About this grief
Fear it grips me
With no escape