I went left as my children went
right through the waving
unkempt grass shrouding
bones beside a road in New England.
Stones tilted toward
me gently reminding
that we tread ground once
hallowed by death, if not God.
Roots twined through remains
whose names were long ago
smoothed by rain and blown away
by a kiss of wind.
My little ones galloped over
the silent graves indifferent then
clambered into the truck continuing
our long day’s journey into night.
From a prompt in the Poets of G+ Community, requiring that I use the phrase "Long Day's Journey Into Night"