Cement (Once Living Stone)

At home today, I pulled off the shelf a maroon-colored spiral bound journal dated 2003 and began reading. I came upon this poem. So dramatic I was!

What Lives In Me

Though I bear no progeny
What lives in me
Will live on in the flowers
In the rocks and in the altars
In the drops of the sea;
In the cement of the plazas,
Once living stone,
And in your heart, eternally.
Let the tombstone read:
I was human with all my griefs
I was blasted with the winter of hope.

Above is my photo of a friend walking.