Soul Mates Copyright © 08 Sally Gardner

They brought fun to the lifeless
churchyard,
wet grey slabs,
winter trees trickling mist.

Encouraged ageless
spirits,
boisterous boys, scraped knees,
sleepy socks,

leap-frogged over stone remains,
leapt from grave to grave,
left footprints in the leaf mould,
feet flying over chiseled names.