Cemetery visit

The shoreline path
is my way
where distant islands
hover the horizon

Houses line the crest
of the brae above
shingle lies above
the sea

The old wall curves
sheltering
from the waves
of the bay

Markers galore
austere reminders
of those gone on
ahead

Many moons ago
after a full life
or cruelly
cut short

I acknowledge
your marker
your life
now fulfilled

I remember
as I stand there
the cold December wind
blowing over the wall

You've gone on ahead
but your spirit's with me
and always will be
gus am bris an latha

Reminders aplenty
of your life
and of your absence but
teichidh na sgàilean