A Winter Day Remembrance
Dad’s grave is likely covered. I haven’t seen it since Rob, Mom and I last visited together. She had laid an evergreen wreath with some winter blossom, whose name I never knew. This was before the first serious snowfall of the season.
Has the snow reached as high as the engraved years?
near the cemetery
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Alexander MilsHire An Editor