The Old Graveyard Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

A tranquil last resting place
I take in the views
Down below, a winding river
Above, the heaven's hues
We search the old graveyard
For graves with unmarked stones
In the stillness of September
Among resting ancestors bones
My grandson is looking for me
Calling out my name
I'm looking for my nana too
But my quest is not the same
Treading through clumps of wet grass
I'm drawn to where you lay
A stone slab at your head and feet
I blink back a tear and pray