St Nicolas Church, Cranleigh or old gravestones leaning
by Raymond Holt
An ex Cranleigh village Bobby
Old gravestones leaning,
Like tipsy drunken sailors.
Some upright and new,
Like dummies at the tailors.
Some messages are centuries old
And difficult to read,
And some memories fade,
Like flowers gone to seed.
The Cheshire cat peeping out,
Never seems to speak a word,
It just keeps on smiling,
At thoughts it overheard.
Was it something I said,
To make that gravestone cry?
They have feelings too,
Loving memories never lie.
And when we are looking,
Could they be looking too?
Loved ones never die,
They stay with me and you.
So don’t go saying things,
Believing no one’s there,
Our eyes don’t see everything,
Some thoughts and words we share.
LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER
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