The day light was getting shorter,
A beautiful October day,
It was after dark, I was at the cemetery,
At my dad & moms, and my brother’s graves,
My sister and the lady I married, are buried,
In cemetery’s, about 80 miles, different ways.
I was there for my final, last family function,
Burying, the ashes of my parents, yellow lab, Ginger,
Mom’s final request, before she passed away.
Thirty- four & thirty- three years, the last time,
I saw my sister & brother, ten for dad and four,
For my mother. After burying the ashes, I spread,
Grass seed on the graves, including mine,
Where my ashes, will lay.
I look at people different, than most,
Who just take those who love them, for granted,
Every day. I know I’m next in line, everyone.
Who truly loved me, passed, when I die,
No one left, to pray, or cry.
                                            Tom Maxwell 10/12/2021 AD