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Poem by Tom Rudisill on visiting Whitemarsh Memorial Park with his wife, mother-in-law and aunts.
August 22, 2003
" Spring Cleaning "
I am warmed on this day
as I watch these women
cleaning the graves.
They are grand daughters, and daughters,
sisters, wives, and nieces,
connected by more than blood.
As they clean, they remember.
There are sighs and tears,
laughter and far-off looks,
moments filled with quiet,
embraces and pats on the back.
For this is not just a cleaning of graves,
but a cleansing of feelings,
stored as in a pantry,
filled to get them through the winter.
I am warmed on this day ,
by the love of generations,
connected by more than blood,
joined with love and comfort.
The quiet that ends the visits
reflects the knowledge that
all to soon
there will be more little places to clean.
But it is comforting
to think of joining family oncve more,
knowing that more generations
will care for the newly arrived.
So they leave,
saying good-byes to those
to whom they've already said good-bye.
These women, cleansing spirits of generations,
Sisters all.