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A Roadside Memorial
Brian L. Davis |
In this humble town
A memorial coming down
The place where a teenager
Lost his life
A small cross where he died
Placed there by his grieving mother
Her only child no sister or brother
There are those who want it to stay
Others who just say nay
The local newspaper reads everyday
Someone else's opinion written
Some are quiet cold in a sentence
I've always kept inside my thought
Until my grandson's eye was caught
He noticed one of many along the road
To my astonishment a story he told
Papa did you know
People don't like memorials along a road
If I am killed will you mark the spot
I would want you to papa (allot)
It would show you loved, and missed me
A memorial for others to see
You mourn my death but celebrate my life
I'd do the same for you papa, if you crashed and died
It's hard to believe at this young age
He know's that memorials
Go beyond the grave
I can hardly write this without a tear
Losing him is my greatest fear
I myself now truly believe
That these monuments should be
That no state should take them down
This is now hallowed ground
Billboard signs are every where
So why not a flower planted in the dirt
Or on a cross a written name
To deny these (a crying shame)
As this is now my editorial
To a roadside memorial
Dedicated to all those lost along our roads.
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