Among the graves, I walk in grace,

Each name a life, a time, a place.

Though silent now, they speak to me

Of faith and love and legacy.

Their lives were brief, but not in vain—

They built the path I now sustain.

Now held in light, beyond the sky,

Their souls live on — they do not die.

So as I kneel and brush the stone,

I know I never walk alone.

Yet piece by piece, I seek, I write—

To give their memory back its light.

Memorials I manage are direct family members or are located at a local cemetery.