God it’s a steep climb!
If you can make it to the Chapel
You’ll not be a resident for a while.
The sun reflects off the gold lettering
Somebody went to sleep in such and such a year
Somebody else passed over, when?
Sleep well Nan.
One bench to sit on, and that’s at the top
Facing the new plots.
Still, it is peaceful, restful
The freedom to sit and ponder “Grandma’s Garden”
Some sad graves, a little girl,
Born, died 23rd December
Poor lass, poor parents, bastard Christmas.
Another, five months old
A stone slab mourning unfulfilled aspirations.
Muslim, Chinese, Christian, Jewish, no religion
All here - all locals
All Lancashire lads and lasses.
Thanks for allowing me to spend lunch with you
Tara then
September 2003
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