The yard carries a heavy burden

The iron gates at the entrance are rusted over

Hundreds of stone plaques line the ground

Each at the top of a bald patch in the ground

The yard carries a heavy burden

The souls of ancestors line the entrance

Hundreds of bodies lie in the ground

Each encased in a wood casket

Friends and family bring flowers

They talk about their worries and burdens

They place a picture frame above the plaque

They regret and weep over the past

Friends and family bring flowers

They talk to the soul that lingers

They try to extend the body’s life

Without realizing a part of the soul remains in their heart

They try to bring back the body that died

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.