Masiela Lusha

Rookie (23 October 1985-? / Tirana, Albania)

Gravestones

Poem by Masiela Lusha

On Christmas morning we visit the marked stones,
The grass, the pots of fresh Paradise Birds,
Magnolias, Christmas trees,
And we visit the names.

We visit the rows on rows of marks;
The marks they left behind, the marks
That mark their singular day of birth,
And death.

We visit all who lie there,
And all who will.
And all who lie in our hearts.

We pay a visit to the day.
But above all,
We pay a visit to reason:
Our end- and our day's mark


Comments about Gravestones by Masiela Lusha

  • William Jackson (7/15/2006 2:42:00 AM)

    How you add meaning to the lives of those who are now gone. This is a very thoughtful poem. And to visit the gravesites on Christmas day is quite sobering. Great poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (7/11/2006 3:23:00 AM)

    Nice little poem masiela dear, it makes u think.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010