Lost Souls
Dear Editor:
215 little souls, dropped from this Earth, Dragged from their mothers arms; Scooped into the ground, Covered, lost, forgotten, nameless, numbered; Quantified years later, never qualified. What was your destiny? How would you have shone on this lovely planet? How many could you have guided, taught, embraced, laughed with, loved? How many could have been forever changed by your presence? In the deepest blackness, Which star are you in the night sky? Earthly nightmare revealed; Now you can dance in your own constellation, Guiding mere mortals to grasp the lesson of darkness, And lift the gift of kindness back again to Gaia.
Mary Grigsby-Lehmann, Fergus