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Memory Field

at first glance this appears a maze

of granite, marble, grass

row on row of standing stone

etched with dates, names

flowers, crucifixes, clouds


under each, lies a life, a



the field brings the names

back, fresh to the mind

but does it do justice to

who they were or what

their time meant, the

events they witnessed, the

company they kept, the

memories they made, the

memories they brought here

with them to this field


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None of what, none of whom,

Are now dead to me,

Will ever displace,

The importance,

Of those I live among.

Of my mind, of my past,

Their significant part,

Will always remain,

Part of who I am,

They brought me here,

Made me who I am.

Those here now, those about me,

Are now all to me,

They hold a place,

Of importance,

And within my embrace.