Mount Judah Cemetery

Assembled are we: bones of the mother

I did not know.

Me, the son relinquished at twenty-one months,

talking to her resting sister and brother,

Their parents, the great-grandparents.

Sylvia, Isaac, Beatrice, Mary —

songs and iambs and anthems.

Only my voice remains,

strengthened by other parents.

Honor each one always.