Where was she buried? ~~ a Poem for "Play It Again, Toads!"
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We took him there to see
She's buried here someplace
I think down at the south end,
somewhere near the southeast corner
There's no stone for her
That's all he said, it wasn't a lot
We walked down that way,
I read some names along the way
Family names most all, quite a lot for ours
But none were for her
She didn't have a name, Dad had said,
and it's what we had heard
We hung around for a bit, fairly silent
An old pickup stopped by on the road
Elmer John got out and chatted with my dad
About the same age they were
We stepped their way, I introduced myself to him
Chatting some more, I told him why we had come
Trying to locate Dad's little sister,
where she was put
Dad was born a twin, both were preemie babies,
each had weighed barely two pounds,
only one had lived
They hadn't named her,
just buried "Baby Girl" in a plot
Elmer was good news that day,
he was caretaker now
and had a map at his house
We went to see and sure enough,
our "Baby Girl" was there on his map,
about four feet from the road,
forty from the east line
Armed with this information, back we went
I was thinking of how we had looked there before
but now he'll know
Dad was happy with what he'd heard
He'd seen it on the page and
walked the ground with his feet
He knew there wasn't a stone,
but now he knew, for sure
what he'd been told was right
Settled with him
We were happy too. We didn't mention that the
old dirt road was what showed on the map
but since it had been widened and graveled
But Dad knew what he knew. He was happy again
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Labels: Cemetery, Family, London, Personal-Challenge-2016, Poem, prose poem, Real Toads