The day was lovely as I strolled along,
peering at stones at the way
and thats's when i saw it, that pitiful cross
that look splintered and faded away.
With flowers in hand to tend father's grave,
I knew i must hurry along
But I couldn't help but linger awhile,
at that CROSS that just didn't belong.
The date on the front confirmed my suspicion,
of what already i knew,
a child lay beneath that horrible cross
and it's faded color of blue.
What selfish parent's they must have been
to bury their child alone
without flowers or candles to light the night
and not even a simple headstone.
I looked even closer at that awful cross
that nearly splintered away,
and there on the back,I read the words
that changed me forever that day.
"This Cross isn't grand but it was carved by
my hands so you'll know son, how much I care,
It's the color of blue to remind you
and how painful it is I'm not there.
That It's you who is gone and it's me living on
while your young life has come to an end
and I 'm left alone never again with a home
and a grave that's too painful to tend".
Tears stung my eyes as i looked all around at the monuments that ragged cross put to shame.
and i shared with those parents their horrible loss that brought them such horrible pain.
And all the tombstones, some even taller than me suddenly seemed small in a way,
next to that little handmade CROSS carved with such love and the flowers I planted that day.
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