Every Sunday we would go to our grandparents,
all of us,
mother and father and five children,
all very young.
The kids made a token effort at calm
which untangled to running around,
playing pickup, or tag, or fighting.
Our parents had tasks – undertaken dutifully,
Mum would arrange the flowers and do a little
wiping and cleaning.
My father clipped the grass edges
and swept the concrete.
Occasionally we would be told to lessen the noise
and show some respect.
We could only have been there 20 or 30 minutes
but seemed a very long time in the quiet of the cemetery.