The Forgotten Graveyard

Mike Hazelwood
The small forgotten graveyard,
nestled amidst the trees.
Adults and children buried,
stone markers to appease.

The grass and thorns wrap around,
their place of final rest.
Memory of a last embrace,
a distant one at best.

My daughter and I gaze at,
forgotten unkempt stones.
What happened to these children?
my little daughter moans.

Sickness took them all away,
so early, my sweet child.
Most were born destined to die,
but some lived quite a while.

Both of my eyes flood full with tears,
we continue our walk.
Thank you Lord for my family;
for our time and this talk.

The small forgotten graveyard,
dwells deep within my heart,
For now I know that someday,
my girl and I will part.


Published by Mike Hazelwood

Mike Hazelwood, is a seasoned Freelance writer. He has been writing articles on the Internet for many years. Mike, has written articles for Helium.com, Associatedcontent.com, and CnnIreport.com. Mike Hazelwo...  View profile

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  • pj Designs10/2/2010

    Sad but beautiful.

  • Amanda CUellar6/9/2007

    Dark,Deep , and beautiful...

  • Doran Roggio2/25/2007

    Bittersweet poem. Graveyards hold their own kind of sad and mysterious history. In my youth I used to visit graveyards and wonder about the people that had been buried there. What had they experienced, what brought them to their death. I wondered what they had left behind, in whose memories did they remain. How sad that the Forgotten Graveyard was burial place for so many children. Yes, Mike, we do have to be thankful for our families and the time we have with them.

  • Candace Neudecker12/13/2006

    Very sad and haunting poem. Was your house haunted?

  • Stephen Joltin11/7/2006

    I enjoyed your poem very much. Reminds me of my Daughter, who loves gravyards, and I. Luckily she's back living with us which I love.

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