Tombstone Poem by Leo Yankevich
Tombstone
In Memory of Maryann Mercurio
I do not think I have to tell you, Joey,
how the seasons multiplied, and smothered
your family's final holdouts, hilltops snowy
in the blue-lit backdropp behind your mother's
blazing hair, her slouched and aching shoulders
at rest now at the ending of her story,
how the sunshine trickled down, the boulder
moved away, the flowers whispered 'glory.'
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4/25/2024 11:46:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
loved the poem..much happens at the tomb sotne