Statue in the Graveyard
She remembers a graveyard from her childhood so long ago,
A town where she grew up, the only place she's ever known.
The boys she hung out with used to take her there,
In the hopes they would give her quite a scare.
Atop the graveyard, was a statue, only her shape could you see,
Wrapped in sheets of plastic about her, very creepy indeed.
There was something about this statue, it wasn't quite clear,
That brought about feelings of despair and unexplained fear.
Then in the daylight, she lifts the plastic out of curiosity,
Pulling up the corner, just enough to read, something she couldn't believe…
The month and day that marked this unknown lady's death,
Was the same as her birth, for a moment, she lost her breathe.
Her boyfriend laughed, he thought it was pretty funny,
Said "that was over a hundred years ago, it's nothing, let's go honey"
But soon they return to that place and realize
All the plastic was gone, and to their surprise…
Clasped together in her hands, something she holds
A tiny heart shaped balloon, so modern, for a statue so old.
She thought it odd, who'd remember this woman who passed so long ago?
Her boyfriend replied "probably some kids, a joke, who cares, who knows"
Time passed, and she feared the graveyard no more,
Overwhelmed with heartache and pain, fear was simply ignored.
She would often go to the graveyard alone to cry,
There she knew no one would dare ask why.
She felt a strange comfort in that place she would go
Sometimes spending hours just thinking, somehow that helped her grow.
It's been over ten years now, since she's been to that place,
She went back on a whim, could she find that old familiar face?
She found her again, this statue made of stone,
Accompanied by a cross, she never stands alone.
Her heart beats much faster now, closer, as she looks to see…
What the statue holds in her hands, this time, a red rose, she stares in disbelief.
Who was this woman, what is she trying to say?
Who is leaving her gifts, even still to this day?
Perhaps it is nothing, perhaps she'll never know,
Of the statue in the graveyard, which she can't seem to let go.
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