excited – all the children

excited – all the children
are running, running

in ever expanding circles,
in grass that has grown

knee high and they chase
each other looking for

grandma and grandpa
running their hands across

the tops of the grass, across
the faces of the names written

so long ago. Then they stop.
Now they are pulling up

the grass, and throwing it
at every one till a small clearing

is cleared at the family plot. Every
one sits down and no one says a word,

except the wind that gently laughs
in the sound of a distant paper kite.