The Family
Lying stately, side by side.
Lying stately, where we died.
Lying stately, where we lied.
Life awaited us
At our birth.
Death took us, we were not the first.
Grandpa left us for the grave
When we were but so young
And unafraid
Of the shadows that took us in the dark
To the halls that house us in this park.
(from “Reflections in a Graveyard,” as of yet unpublished)
Observations from the Brink 