Pilgrimage To The Past. - Poem by Cecilia Parkin
I pushed aside the braken
From your lonely grave,
And peered at the tombstone
Blackened with age.
Long have I sought you!
-I who bear your name.
I know you not - and yet
I am a part of you.
'Your tinkling laugh
Or soft sweet smile?
A feminity that has small space
In this modern raucous while.
Dearest Jane - Greatgrandmother
Who died so young - at twentyfour.
Said 'fair of face and gentle way',
What would you find in me - of You
Were you but here, in this my day! ..
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