There Was Wind Blowing In The Trees

My grandparents names stand in front of me

Hundreds of yards away from each other, neighborly

They were always a city away,

But now so close for eternity.

There with the named and the nameless,

Where so many lives remain only in memory.

There was wind blowing in the trees,

Sun beating down upon our face,

Some of us walked on,

Some of us stayed.

Flowers and prayers offered an obliging gesture 

To the departed’s resting place.

Behind solemn faces

We dreamed of warmer days.

There was wind blowing in the trees…

We must have forgotten how we came to this place,

And how one day we all must leave.