For Fandango’s One word challenge may I present to you some thoughts and pictures of cemeteries.

Cemetery:

Your home away from home

a place to rest your bones

everyone brings your flowers, sings to  you, loves you unconditionally

or hates you with passion and even perfect strangers will know  your name

because it’s carved in marble, in granite, in stone.

You’re not just a face in the crowd anymore.

Cemetery:

Where the grass is always trimmed and green and nobody asks you to rake the leaves.

During the winter when it snows, during the Summer when it’s warm

it doesn’t matter what you wear, or what you smell like, or if you’re getting to much Sun

or not enough fresh air.

The seasons pass over head as quietly as time in a haunted house, where it is always

one minute after midnight.

Cemetery:

Once my granddaughter asked me if there were monsters

buried in these graves and I said

there isn’t a single monster buried here.

She didn’t believe me.

My Granddaughter is a very smart girl.