Walking Among The Dead Poem by Bill Galvin

Today I took a stroll thru a Sonoma cemetery
Near your sister’s house where I’m staying.
It began with a nice monument
With a lot of irrigated green grass
And shade trees,
In a salute to local war veterans;
Then up a steep hillside to the public site.
In this semi-arid climate, on this hill,
A great deal of cement is used in berms
And deep culverts
To prevent washouts from heavy rains.
On the way back downhill,
I see a small bronze plaque,
Which reminds me of the one I had made
In my son Stephen’s memory,
And placed in the woods of Maine
Way back in the late 70s.
Tearfully remembering
The two largest losses in my life,
I suggest to myself to check on the progress
Of our memorial grave stone for our resting place
Back home in Massachusetts,
Where you patiently await my return.

Traveling without you is almost meaningless.

Be home soon, Honey Pie.

4-15-2015