My name is Sharon. I live in the suburbs of Detroit. I grew up in the Detroit and Hamtramck area.


THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN

Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
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"Tonight, when you look up, don't think of them as stars but as porch lights, knowing your loved one is safely home," Author Unknown

"A cemetery is a history of people-a perpetual record of yesterday /sanctuary of peace and quiet today. A cemetery exists because every life is worth loving and remembering- always." LEST WE FORGET--author unknown

"When an old person dies, it's like a library burning down."- Alex Haley

"If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people."-Thich Nhat Hanh

"To speak the name of the dead is to make him live again..." OLMEC PROVERB

My name is Sharon. I live in the suburbs of Detroit. I grew up in the Detroit and Hamtramck area.


THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN

Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Tonight, when you look up, don't think of them as stars but as porch lights, knowing your loved one is safely home," Author Unknown

"A cemetery is a history of people-a perpetual record of yesterday /sanctuary of peace and quiet today. A cemetery exists because every life is worth loving and remembering- always." LEST WE FORGET--author unknown

"When an old person dies, it's like a library burning down."- Alex Haley

"If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people."-Thich Nhat Hanh

"To speak the name of the dead is to make him live again..." OLMEC PROVERB