Life And Death.

I know, or I think I know, where I was born. New Plymouth, a city with two sprawling cemeteries, where I found my grandparents' gravestones at last, but they were covered in gray lichen and moss. The kindly sexton said she would spray the gravestones and I will go back to see them cleaned and clarified. My grandparents were always there for me. My grandfather taught me table manners, sternly. He and I used to watch the cricket at Pukekura Park then we would wander around the lake, seeing the sleek canoes gliding on the surface. I loved to hear the fountain playing on and off. I thought that death may not be the end, when I found their graves last weekend. -15 June,2016.