The Momma Clan

Kissed her under the stars when young,

And now, 

our bodies buried together,

A poem, they call,

As they say our names out loud!

A garden, 

we have upon our grave,

Grown with the gifts of nature, 

the sunshine and rain!

Our souls wander around the places,

As the Moon rises.

The sea still watches us,

Welcoming The Moon.

Sunsets and sunrises

have never been our kind,

Moon rises and Moonsets only have!

We will live forever,

As souls in silence,

We will be remembered,

By the hearts of the people,

And,

Our grave will be a place of ‘Forever’!

-Ajola Ganesan