Roadside Cross In Texas Poem by Bill Grace

In South Texas it is not uncommon
To see the memorials the highway has claimed
Not that the victims may not have been on some errant quest for fame
The issue is not blame but memory
A strange thing to consider.

This morning on a cross I passed
They placed a small picture of her face
It made me stop and realize
A scene transformed from every day
Suddenly I understood the fearful loss
That previously placed memorials along my way
And does it still day by day.