The Garden of Graves

We buried my friend today
then walked by my niece's grave
there are many tears still near
sorrow abounds here
in this garden of graves
and there is grace
I watched my daughter cry
why do children die
I watched his widow cry
it was his time to die
sad but alright
to cancer he lost his fight
his life was over and done
hers had only begun

©Brian’s Prose 2008