A Walk Amongst Tombstones 

There’s a certain quality of the silence… Friends whose funerals I didn’t attend… Eternity hits home and haunts at us…  My mother, God rest her soul…

The sunshine left, a shadow grew               A heartbeat echoes, I never knew               The sun returns, a shadow stayed          

     I listened hard, strange music played        Then a thought, a smile grew                        Exactly the way to remember you.

Dennis Mantin 

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