Through wet and windy years

In quiet, consecrated ground

Words, once boldly chiselled,

Morph into faint, unclear glyphs.

While on wet and windy weekends

Floral tributes come no more;

Cut flowers replaced by weeds,

Dwindling memories by silence.

In happy harmony, remembrance dies

In lockstep with the mason’s fading art.

October, 2022

SM de los Andes