Clutching At Memories (For Lyn) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

This is a lovely, haunting picture of a quiet graveyard in the shade of great yew trees - it's hard not to remember the roots of trees in graveyards may be directly in touch with the remains of those buried there. You manage to convey sadness and regret for the dead without becoming trite or maudlin. I like this poem very much.

I love old gravestones, for someone, somewhere and at some time, loved this person enough to want them to be remembered.