The Cemetery

Looking at pictures
of the cemetery,
the tombstones are wet.
It was raining that day.
It always rains 
when we go to the cemetery.

It's as if the clouds
feel the need to cry for us,
though we don't feel it ourselves.
It's a time for remembering
and for comparing stories.
A time for being sisters.

And apparently
for getting wet.

It's raining today.
Good day for a trip to the cemetery.


july 2004
ŠJanet Reid