I visited my son's grave today.
I brought a hoe to clear away the grass from the edges of the headstone.
I knew there would be grass, there's always grass,
Creeping, encroaching, covering.
It's as if Nature is trying to erase my son's existence.
Of course, I know this isn't true.
Nature is only doing what Nature does,
Growing, thriving, living.
All the things my son wasn't able to do.
I also know the state of this headstone doesn't reflect my memory of him.
If it did, this marker would look as fresh and new as the day it was installed.
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