A concrete statue
Mary and child
on the place where
a wooden statue
once stood
a place of pilgrimage
in the medieval period
and before that
a celtic well
and there still grows
a Hawthorn tree
a “clutey” tree
and before that…
Stories on old stones
So young
So young
Lest we forget
those lives
And those
Bereft
Tears fall
Three children lie here
the eldest 17 months
stories written
on old gravestones
have the power
to stop you
hold your breath
with thoughts
of the sadness
of those poor parents.
