Brighton Cemetery's Very Far From Us Dear Son!

First of December Two thousand ten Tattooed in our mild hearts with a pickaxe! Our precious grandson Prabashwara's buried With another eight Roses in Australia. The tiny caskets nine in a row On the altar and above the Virgin Mary's magnanimous Statue stands With that kind face and I read her conveying Expression! 'I'll look after them well! ' Oh! The Baby Lawn among the innocent tombs And Earth quietly accepts the new arrivals! The sky looks so sad like in a funeral. A Red Rose on each casket with a tear And they sleep in the mass grave peacefully. But we're the sinners never get such a proper sleep Until we go there leaving all the attachments? *To our loving grandson Prabashwara, May you rest in peace with your unseen friends! One day we visit there if time permits.....and bring you this poem, your poor Grandma would sing a song of our hardship & haven?