The Simon Wilkinson Family Plot
Mt. Auburn Cemetery,
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Stones cold to the touch
Like a hand after
The soul has left a body
Cold wind on your
Cheek as you pass
Through the quiet
Why is everything about death so cold?
A pocket of warmth
And a stumble into the sun.
A ray of light hits your face
And then you realize
You probably weren’t
As cold as you thought.
------- by Catalina Rojo, written at Mt. Auburn Cemetery, March 2010
Heather,
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful stone and poem. Thanks for sharing!