A Red Granite Stone

In memory of an aunt I never knew.

Only a red granite stone marks where I lay
No words of love or wonder on it say
Who I was or if I had been loved
Soon lost to all but God's precious dove

Amongst the headstones of those long gone
I lay there quietly under that red granite stone
Soon any who knew of my birth
Will also lie quietly beneath the earth

 

Then only this red granite stone

will be here to say that I was born

No time to live, my life taken away

I died upon my first birthday

 

This red granite stone will always be

the only home ever known to me

An angel of God I will always be

Guardian of my family

Author's Note

My mother was remembering her baby sister who died the day she was born, due to birth complications, and that there isn't anything where she's buried but a big red boulder, that marks her grave in the family cemetery, I felt that there were many out there long forgotten, in cemeteries all over the world, long forgotten now, because any who knew them are now gone. Which prompted this piece.

Reviews

[Laura Hegfield]

Beautiful...such a lovely tribute to your Aunt who never got to hold you.

[Poetic-Theorem]

It is extremely difficult to pen in the genre I call "beautifully poignant" and did so brilliantly here. Excellent work as always my friend. *hug* David

[Peggy Gildon]

Wow! Sad and yet beautiful... I suppose it will happen to all of us. Does make you think though doesn't it? God bless.

[Raven Starhawk]

Sometimes sorrow can be fitted to create something beautiful and inspire faith in a person. For me people are never forgotten as long as they have those who love them.