Snow covered memorial stones
Snow covered stones with those
we love below
Names covered - “How will they know
It is us that lie?”
Far beneath the fields of white
As the snow is brushed gently away
The names chiseled deep
In the granite face speak
Years of birth, and passing
The dash, the life lived
The years were precious and lived
as meant to be
But I wanted to think if I had another day,
What would it be?
“Heading toward this day my whole life”
Just think if Julia or Pete had not lived? Near 70 they aged
Saw four lives pass on while living- Dorothy, John, George and Wash
My dad wouldn’t have been,
Nor me, nor mine, or theirs
Such a vast loss I could not conceive
The Sun is shining on this bitter, cold,
Wintry day
Blanketed gravestones still, unnoticed
The shadows know and hear below
Wipe away the snow and see- the fond and cherished family that made me
Snow Covered Memorial Stones, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta
About this poem: Snow Covered Memorial Stones is a poem about a thought I had while walking a road I’ve walked many times but today I paused when I saw snow covered memorial gravestones of my relatives.
The sun was shining and shadows cast by the stones, but the names were covered with snow. I dusted off the flurry of snow and saw their names and the years of their lives and had fond memories of how precious they were -though I did not know them well or at all. The impact of our lives are much more than the length and years we live. The substance, the love, integrity, and values we live by - live on. - Joe Holuta
