Frank K. Briesch,
I do not know you,
Yet your lack fills me with sorrow.
I cannot explain but you I chose
to lay a rose atop your eversome grave

Mary A. Boylan,
I do not know you,
Your spirit remains a mystery.
I came here to know and somehow I saw
You never returning face.

Gary M. Paluch,
I do not know you.
Your name is know throughout the stone
And perhaps nowhere but here.
I cannot know and you cannot tell
For your mouth is far beneath me.

Mother,
I do not know you.
I can see what you were and nothing more
For you are a forgotten rock beneath my feet.
I can say nothing, you can say nothing.
Your secret is your death.