Staring out the rain

splattered window,

   I sat silent and alone...

it had been twenty-some

 years since I'd been

here...this place I had

 once called home.

I came looking

   for a memory...

just an old familiar

sight - searching

for something that

might shed some light.

There was a picture

on the mantle...I was

only two or three,

dusty, worn and torn

around the edges, it

didn't even look like me.

I wandered out into

the yard, got down on

one knee, I brushed aside

the wet autumn leaves

where I  thought the

tombstone aught to be.

The inscription on

it read: "In memory of
my old gray dog",

I fondly called

him Bone.

Now you may find no

excitement over finding an

old tombstone, but to me

it was a reminder

   of my childhood days...

and of a place

I had once called

home.