By the graveyard-

We passed by the graveyard.
An emotion- not unlike
The December weather,
Engulfed us.

The sun rays beamed on,
A piece of glass,
At the head of a sand lump-
A child’s.

Is his mother grieving?
Wishing the world,
Takes time out of its schedule,
To grieve with her,

Does she have other young ones,
Who fill her heart,
With a softening emotion,
Or does she,

look to his siblings,
And feel the overwhelming,
Feeling of his pass,
Engulf her,

Has it been long since His,
Or her pious soul,
Found its self among the,
Non-living.

Does the ache get easier?
For Mine still feels like,
a minute ago,
Since I lost him.

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