Not Forgotten   - May 18, 2024

I never knew her, this aunt of mine.

She lived long, long years before my time.

Born premature, she never got the chance

To learn to read, to walk, to dance.

Not quite six weeks old when she passed.

Those weeks, for her parents, must have gone fast.

No chance for her to sing, to go to school,

But Grandma gave her the precious name of Jewel.

She was buried in the graveyard, a child unknown,

With no money at all for a true headstone

But a friend carved a rock in a primitive way

With “Jewel 1926”;  it survives to this day.

She was never forgotten, though never truly known,

And she’s buried in that graveyard, forever all alone.

Baby Jewel’s short story has been passed down through the years,

And like a jewel, she’s treasured,  and remains near and dear.