Red Granite Stone

Only a red granite stone marks where I lay
No words of love or wonder on it say
Who I was or if I had been loved
Soon lost to all but God's precious dove

Amongst the headstones of those long gone
I lay there quietly under that red granite stone
Soon any who knew of my birth
Will also lie quietly beneath the earth

Then only this red granite stone
will be here to say that I was born
No time to live, my life taken away
I died upon my first birthday

This red granite stone will always be
the only home ever known to me
An angel of God I will always be
Guardian of my family

© November 18, 2010.   M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved