Connected

Leaning towards each other
the grave stones wait.
The night to come:

the grandfather next
to his grandson
who died as child.

And moonlight shines
over their names
which are the same.

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Comments on: "Connected" (8)

  1. That’s nice Ina.

  2. I once stood in a graveyard in Cornwall, England, amongst a row of ancient headstones that all bore my name, exactly my name…I felt like a ghost…

  3. Simply beautiful … touching! XO ♥

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