in our town there is a park
I walk it every day
in one corner are two flat stones
two small graves, one boy
one girl
in the park, in our town
I walk every day
girl gone at birth - 1901
boy three years of age, a son
died - 1907
in two small graves, this be their final heaven?
in the park, in the town
that I walk everyday
children come stare at the stones
elders wonder - Who?
could be sleeping there
in the rain and in the sun, and
Where their mother? she rests not here
in the park, in the town
that I walk everyday
other's walk there too
mother's smiling as their children play
in the park, in our town
none offer
nor ask these two children to play
or beg rise up sweet little ones, from
where you so quietly lay, in the corner
in the park, in the town
that I walk every day
some will pass smile, some
look once maybe again, not
asking Who? their mother might have been
frightened
what these stones might actually have to say
in the park, about the town, where
I walk everyday
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 7:45 AM UTC
in our town there is a park
I walk it every day
in one corner are two flat stones
two small graves, one boy
one girl
in the park, in our town
I walk every day
girl gone at birth - 1901
boy three years of age, a son
died - 1907
in two small graves, this be their final heaven?
in the park, in the town
that I walk everyday
children come stare at the stones
elders wonder - Who?
could be sleeping there
in the rain and in the sun, and
Where their mother? she rests not here
in the park, in the town
that I walk everyday
other's walk there too
mother's smiling as their children play
in the park, in our town
none offer
nor ask these two children to play
or beg rise up sweet little ones, from
where you so quietly lay, in the corner
in the park, in the town
that I walk every day
some will pass smile, some
look once maybe again, not
asking Who? their mother might have been
frightened
what these stones might actually have to say
in the park, about the town, where
I walk everyday
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