It’s been many days
Since I’ve seen the graves
The Seas swallow my eyes.
It seems strange, but the grass is greener since the last time I came. No one in my family has been here yet this spring. Two years have passed since I was here. The open ended questions fill my head again. I am an only child but I wouldn’t have been. Maybe if she was born in a time when technology was better? What if I was first and she was second? Hundreds of graves surround her. So close together they seem; I always tread lightly here. Pinwheels and stuffed animals scattered throughout. These children will never grow up; children that are forever young. There is child next to child next to child for a football field’s length. Only the grass grows now. I trim around the edges of the headstone with my hand. Pulling patches out methodically. Then brush off the debris and I stare.
It’s been many days
Since I’ve seen the name
That is all I’ve ever known.
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