They closed the lid upon her face,
My father's mom lay in her place.
As time went by, they soon forgot
And built a playground on her spot.
A trapeze hung now at her feet;
Above her head, a child's seat.
She had a swingset for a stone,
A dusty sandbox for a home.
I watched as children laughed and played
Upon the ground of silent grave.
I did not shout nor did not stir;
Someday they'd lie next to her.