Flowers for the Forgotten

I left a rose upon the rock
That bore my mother’s name.
I said a prayer and promised
To visit her again.

To the old section I made my way
Where my mother had shown me
The graves of The Forgotten lay.

She had always said a little prayer
For the long forgotten people
Who lie so lonely there.

I left a rose upon a rock
That bore somebody’s name
I said a prayer and promised
To visit once again.

At midnight restless souls begin to stir.
From the back an elderly voice:
I GOT A VISITOR!!!