My Grave

My Grave

Poem by Dawn Pisturino

Illustration by Richard Cunningbot

I think that I shall never crave

A home as lovely as a grave.

A restful place deep in the ground

Without a trace of light or sound.

A grassy mound high on a hill,

Host to yellow daffodil.

And when the snow begins to fall,

I will not be disturbed at all.

A pleasant park is all I need

And visitors who stop to read

The granite marker at my head:

"Rest in Peace to All the Dead!"

October 5, 2011

Published in the November 2011 issue of

Underneath the Juniper Tree.

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