It is a hot summer day.

I stand on the hillside at the cemetery

Visiting with family and friends

Of the baby.

I look back at the small grave

And see the small white casket

With tiny pink roses.

She was born without life

And took a piece of so many

Hearts with her.

What catches my eye this time

When I look is the man in black

Kneeling on one knee,

Prayer book in one hand,

The other hand on the casket

Saying prayers

With tears of sorrow

Streaming down his cheeks.

I quickly turn away

As the tears start

To fall from my eyes.

Susan  Bergeron

08/06/10