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Gravestone Baby
I’m a gravestone baby
My parents named me
On a cold fresh day wind is dancing leaves about their feet
Deep in talk not noticing where they are
As the past surrounds them
In the silhouette there is a rise in the belly
Names go about how about Simon or Julius
Or Edna or Barbara Jean something in between
They walk past some sandstone with a name
Carved into the days that passed
I’m a gravestone baby
That’s the name my mama gave me
Has no connection to any of us
But it’s carved into stone for the ages
My parents named me
On a cold fresh day wind is dancing leaves about their feet
Deep in talk not noticing where they are
As the past surrounds them
In the silhouette there is a rise in the belly
Names go about how about Simon or Julius
Or Edna or Barbara Jean something in between
They walk past some sandstone with a name
Carved into the days that passed
I’m a gravestone baby
That’s the name my mama gave me
Has no connection to any of us
But it’s carved into stone for the ages
Published 4th Oct 2024
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