Haunting Cries
Amidst shadows underneath a willow tree,
a lonely grave sits unattended.
Echoing within summer’s breeze,
can you hear her haunting cries?
Jane Doe #22, 1979,
a small marker buried in weeds.
Her final resting place,
no flowers have ever rested there.
A saddened soul crying,
her sixteenth birthday, she was laid to rest.
She was never identified,
her tears were left without justice.
His daughter missing for thirty years,
a lonely man will die without her knowledge.
Under a willow tree today,
he sat broken hearted.
A haunting chill fills his soul,
tears pool in his eyes, as he looks beside him.
A red and yellow rose entwined,
reveals a nameless grave marker.
The next morning under that willow tree,
he was buried alongside the other grave.
One large tombstone was placed for both,
No more Jane Doe, Samantha rests in peace.
Amidst shadows underneath a willow tree,
a lonely grave once sat unattended.
Echoing within summer’s breeze,
her haunting cries, were
finally heard.
©
Steve Gillespie
