Greenbrier, and Loss
a child is born and dies the same day,
a boy dies in his second year,
a mother dies at 25,
each loss as sad and tragic
as I care to imagine,
the gravestones up the Greenbrier valley
only hint at their stories,
as does the beautiful cove
that held each for too brief a time.
by Henry H. Walker
December 28, ‘16
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